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“And…cut!”

It’s the last take while they rearrange the set a bit, and Jensen looks around until he spies Misha, in full Castiel costume, leaning against a fake wall at the edge of the set until he’s needed for the next Dean and Cas scene.

Jensen doesn’t hesitate as he walks over to where Misha is scrolling through his phone, gummy grin in place. Needless to say, Jensen is intrigued.

He wonders what new meme Misha has discovered on the Internet. Twitter? Facebook? An email from his mother? Jensen never knows where Misha finds half the things he does, but if it’s funny enough to have Misha in a fit of silent giggles then he wants in.

“What you looking at over there, big boy?” Jensen teases as he joins Misha. Misha looks up, gives him a quick once over, and laughs. Body doubled over kind of laughter. Okay, this has to be good.

“You–“ Misha wheezes out between laughs, “You–”

Jesus, he can’t even get more than a word out.

“Let me see then,” Jensen says, reaching for Misha’s phone, but Misha shakes his head and holds up a finger in a ‘give-me-a-moment’ gesture.

Jensen raises an eyebrow, but he’s already smiling. Misha’s laughter is infectious.

Misha wipes a tear from his face and he looks like he wants to speak but his mouth is just doing that thing where it alternates between forming words and smiling like an idiot.

“Just show me,” Jensen says, reaching for Misha’s phone and this time Misha gives it to him easily.

He looks at the screen and sees them.

No.

Fuck.

Not this shit again.

“Where the hell did you find this?” Jensen half shrieks, and he’s sure a few of the crew look over.

Misha just bursts into laughter again, “The–those fans of yours are wonderful at digging shit up.”

“Who else has seen this?” Jensen can feel the tips of his ears burning up, and he tugs at Misha’s shirt, pulling him around the corner of the set wall. Jensen vaguely registers how easily Misha lets himself be manhandled, bur right now he really doesn’t need to draw more attention to this than necessary.

“No one, just all of Tumblr it would seem. And Twitter. The fans thought I needed to see this.”

Jensen groans, rubs a hand over his face like this will make the embarrassment go away. As if the brick pants wasn’t enough.

“Has Danneel seen these?”

“Please, just delete them,” Jensen says, hoping to avoid the question. Of course Danneel has seen them, she heckled him over them already. He really doesn’t need to go through this again.

“And deprive everyone of the glory that is this one?” Misha says, turning his phone so Jensen can see where he has zoomed in on the picture where a much, much younger version of Jensen is wearing a complete Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles get-up.

“Fuck you,” Jensen says, but there’s no bite in his remark and Misha just laughs, focusing his attention back to his phone and pinching the screen to zoom in.

“And you say I have personal space issues,” Misha chuckles to himself.

Jensen rolls his eyes, as if they need more character bleed. But it’s the perfect opening to get Misha back. And okay, Jensen knows that half the time his pranks border more on the line of shameless flirting –Jared has pointed it out enough times, thanks– but its the easiest way to get Misha to crack.

And right now he needs Misha to crack. Jensen steps closer, pulling himself up to his full height, and Misha steps back, back pressed to the set wall. Misha looks up, huffs out a laugh when he catches on to how Jensen now has his arm on the wall behind him, imitating the way he was standing in that ridiculous Ninja Turtle picture.

“We’ve talked about this, personal space?” Misha says, voice a rough whisper, and Jensen forgets why he decided this would be a good idea. He watches as Misha’s tongue pokes out to wet his lips, and when he looks up expecting to see blue he’s met with almost all black, blue reduced to a thin ring with how dilated Misha’s pupils are.

Fuck.

“My apologies,” Jensen replies, ready to step back but then Misha has a hand on his jacket and is pulling him close and he more or less feels rather than hears Misha’s next words.

“No one has to know.”

When Misha’s lips meet his, Jensen isn’t sure if he’s talking about the pictures or the kiss.

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