No … at first it seemed pretty normal. Jensen would only mention MIsha here and there–the usual things like: “Seriously though, who talks like that?” or “That dude is a bucket of weird.”
But as the months passed and everyone on set got to know their new resident angel a bit more, Jensen’s comments started becoming more and more frequent, and maybe– just a little too curious. “Saw Mish earlier … he was coming from the store or something. He was going into his trailer with a bottle of lotion and some beer … I wonder what he’s getting up to?”
Jared could only shrug at his buddy’s sarcastic remark– refraining at the last moment from asking him: Why do you want to know?
But the “why” became clear a short while later, when it seemed like every other sentence became “Misha this” and “Misha that”. Whether they were initially talking about the guy or not; Jensen always found a way to steer the conversation in that direction. Like when they were eating nachos– it was nacho Tuesday and Jared was feeling much better after the stressful shoot once he had two, steaming plates in front of him– or he was, until Jensen held up a broken chip and said: “Hey, look! This chip is curved like Misha’s mouth. Seriously man, who has lips like that? They are like– flat, but still full and shit. It’s weird.“
The man chuckled, turning the chip with delicate fingers.
“And we all know what ‘weird‘ is code for”Jared grumbled without pause– his filter, way too warn at that point to care; and he really didn’t feel like talking about Misha over his lunch for the millionth time that week.
“What?” Jensen asked, softly setting down the chip, looking horribly confused and innocent– which only annoyed Jared more.
“You don’t think he’s ‘weird’, man! You don’t think about someone’s lips or what they do in their trailer each day or bring them up over a plate of nachos if you think they’re weird!”
Jensen gaped, shrugging helplessly as he furrowed his brow at Jared across the table.
“You know what?” Jared finally hissed, standing up and pulling his tray up with him. “How about you discuss all this with man himself? I’m sure he can give you much better insight on the shape of his lips than I can.” And with that, Jared stormed off, feeling a little guilty but a lot relived that he didn’t have to listen to anymore Misha/food comparisons for the moment.
Later that evening, he saw Jensen standing outside of Misha’s trailer door, hand hovering against it’s surface– unsure of whether to knock or retreat. When knuckles finally landed, Jensen instantly turned into a wriggling lump, smoothing down his shirt and straightening the buttons, shuffling from foot to foot and running his fingers through his short hair just before cupping his hand over his mouth to give himself a breath check– probably didn’t want to still smell like nachos, Jared imagined.
The next day– Jensen didn’t bring up Misha– not even once, but there was a permanent smile on his face and an extra bob in his step. And when he and Jared sat down for lunch, Jensen remained mostly quiet, only commenting here and there on the conversation Jared was finally in charge of carrying. But in the moments when they were both silent, chewing contently on their bites of BLT, Jared didn’t miss the way that Jensen held up a piece of bacon, looking at the curve of it, running the tip of his finger along its edge before smiling softly to himself– no longer curious, no longer wondering … no longer needing to share his interest. Jensen seemed peaceful, happy … like he was remembering something– something really, really good.
Soon, Jared was smiling too– after all,that’s all he’s ever wanted for the guy.
And I also saw that they had to be informed and agree to said nomination … which means that they did agree to it, which also means we could possibly have Cockles on a stage that’s not in Rome … a stage where they have to, in some way acknowledge the fire that is a brewin’ whenever they look at each other on (and off) screen.
Good God! This is a glorious day to be aboard this ship!
I think the cutest shit in the world is that Misha is mouthing the punchline to Jensen’s bad joke right along with him; because he’s probably heard it a billion fucking times. But it doesn’t matter–Jensen just always looks so happy when he tells it, that Misha will sit and listen like it’s the first time, every time.
It started when they were shooting all the “Demon Dean” episodes– his hair was longer and Jensen found himself running his hands through it quite often. He enjoyed the feeling … he started to understand Jared’s need to do it 24/7. But when they began to get ready for a scene and Misha was standing in front of him– smiling and chatting … being the usual, hilarious friend he always was– Jensen wasn’t expecting to enjoy it so much when the man ran his hand through his hair, telling him that he had some strands sticking up. Goosebumps ate him alive and he kept getting yelled at later because “Demon Dean had to stop looking so happy.”
Just before the next scene he had with Misha … he took longer in the bathroom, making sure his hair looked extra messy and in need of fixing. In a few moments, his friend was twining his fingers through strands once more, muttering how Jensen looked like he had just survived a tornado.
This became the routine– Jensen messing up his hair … Misha fixing it. Chills, smiles … more chills. His heart sank like the titanic when he had to cut it again and go back to “short haired-normal Dean”.
But when he showed up on set the next day, smiling out of habit the moment he saw those blue eyes smile back … goosebumps devoured him again as Misha reached out, running his hand softly through his friend’s hair– as if that’s just another way to say “hello”.
And since it happens every time they see each other now … it may as well be.
Whenever I’m sad, I just remember that it was Jensen’s choice to look at Misha like he is the sun to his universe, and he’d be helplessly spiraling through space and time if the man weren’t in his life.
This is very much in like with most fanfiction where the two cuddle and Cas lays his hand on the hand on the mark his grace burned
but it’s still not supportive enough to be lifting a grown man.
So look at this
Cas didn’t grab Dean out of hell by his shoulder, he held him close against his chest with one arm while the other hand wielded his angel blade and fought off demons in order to save him from hell
Cas said he gripped you hard a raised you from perdition, and you know what that means?
this wasn’t the first time Cas had done this. Dean had already become dark-souled almost-demon when he brought him from hell, right? So that’s why the ANGEL HUG I LOVE YOU thing worked
tl;dr: stop saying Cas grabbed Dean up by his shoulder and dragged him out of hel - He actually clutched him to his chest and lifted him out in his arms.
