SUPERNATURAL PRODUCERS: YOU KNOW, WE CAST THAT MISHA GUY AS A SERIES REGULAR, SO WE’RE PAYING HIM FOR THE WHOLE SEASON. WE MIGHT AS WELL USE HIM FOR SOME OF THE EPISODES.
SUPERNATURAL WRITERS: NO PROBLEM, DUDES. WE GOTCHU.
Misha sat in his car, waiting for the song to end. He figured he would give Jensen a minute or two to process before he went up to the door. He knew Jensen was home alone without plans. Danneel, Jared, and Gen had made sure of that, booking the girls spa trip a week ago and Jared’s trip to Los Angeles at the same time. He had spoken to Dani that morning and she had wished him luck. He had gotten a similar text from the Padalecki’s, a picture of them together both giving him the thumbs up. People were rooting for them and it once again confirmed that he was doing the right thing.
Once the song was over, he picked up the little wrapped box on his passenger seat, gathered his courage, walked up to the front door and rang the bell. Then he waited. And waited. Nervous now, he rang the bell again. A moment passed and just as he was about to get his phone out to call Jensen, the door was whipped open.
Jensen stood in front of him wearing only a pair of sweatpants slung low on his hips, feet bare, hair a little mussed from his nap on the couch, his green eyes wide open in surprise. Misha couldn’t stop his mouth from watering if he tried. He grinned at the man in front of him.
He clapped Misha on the shoulder as he entered the trailer. “Can I get you a drink? Something to eat?” My undying loyalty and admiration for as long as we both shall live?
OK, he really needed to get a grip. Jensen took a deep breath and pulled out another glass for Misha before he could answer and possibly turn him down. It was the same set of glencairn glasses they used the night they first kissed. Jensen tried not to think about that.
“So how’ve you been, Mish? It’s fucking awesome to have you back. Everyone really missed you around here. Just wasn’t the same without you man. Kinda boring, actually. I’m really glad you’re back. How’s West? Miss that little dude. How’s Vic? How’s the book coming along?” He looked at Misha expectantly, a big open smile on his face.
Misha coughed, trying to hide a smile. He knew Jensen tended to ramble when he was nervous. “Can I have my drink?”
Jensen looked down and realized that he was still holding the glass. He thrust it at Misha, blushing red. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, Mish. I’m kinda nervous. I uh… I missed you.” He finished speaking softly, taking a hesitant step closer to Misha.
“Jensen.”
Misha was able to stop him with just the tone of his voice. Misha’s voice held no anger, no hesitation, just sincerity.
No Such Thing as Coincidence 