lovefromdean:

in honor of our recent murdering cockles boys

for deanandhiscas

Jensen stood behind the glass windows, watching over the helm as Misha and his son dashed back and forth to either side of the boat. West’s eyes were bright, fingers pointing as he excitedly jabbered away. Misha wasn’t much different, equally egging his son on and explaining where they’d be going for the day. 

Jensen smiled and tapped his fingers on the wheel, waiting for their wives and other kids to come back. There was talk about fishing later, something Jensen always enjoyed. He was looking forward to showing it to JJ. She’d taken a liking to fish lately, but he was uncertain if she’d enjoy fish on hooks. 

He shook the thought away as Misha returned, West’s arms flailing as he ran over to the other side to wave at the ladies and his brother, now returning from the parking lot with the fishing lines and bait boxes. 

“Ready, captain?” Misha asked, patting Jensen’s shoulder as they switched places, Misha taking over at the helm and Jensen moving to check the navigator. 

“Pretty sure you’re the captain today, Mish,” Jensen laughed. He clicked on the machine in front of him, watching as it whirred to life and showed how deep they were by the docks.

“Guess that makes you my deck swab?” 

Jensen glanced over and spotted Misha’s smirking face. Jensen rolled his eyes and chuckled.

“You trying to say something?”

Misha raised an eyebrow, the infamous one that everybody talked about. Danneel liked to refer to it as his ‘dom brow.’ She only said it to make Jensen blush, the thought alone being enough to brighten his cheeks now.

“Of course not,” Misha grinned. He leaned into Jensen’s personal space, reaching over a hand to point at something on the navigator. “But maybe we’ll have some time for a swab after…”

They heard the sound of laughter to their right and looked up in time to see Vicki lowering Misha’s cell phone, a knowing smirk on her lips, only matched by one on Danneel’s. 

Jensen flushed scarlet, grateful that it was at least warm enough outside to blame it on the heat. 

He shouldn’t have been embarrassed. Their entire family had an open… relationship. It was nothing any of them were shy to, but maybe Jensen was just naturally bashful. 

He felt Misha smile against his cheek before he pointed at the machine again. “See that, deck swab? We got fish down there.”

Jensen laughed nervously and nodded, still uncertain about his new nickname. A thought occurred to him and he grinned, turning his head till his lips were by Misha’s ear.

“You know, I’d rather be your cabin boy.”

He didn’t miss the darkness that touched Misha’s cheeks. Misha sucked in a breath, audible, and the dom brow made a second appearance as he grinned slowly. 

“Well then, cabin boy, get ready to set the course.”