Guarding Misha (cockles body guard AU)

2. Door

Misha's car was not what Jensen expected. Rather than a sleek, shiny sports car, Misha unlocked a battered looking manual Jeep. The passenger seat was piled high with bits of paper, in a glance, Jensen spotted the names of half a dozen charities, some with the donation forms half filled out. There was a family photo tugged into the dashboard and about twenty CDs floating around under foot. Jensen started picking up the bits of paper one by one but Misha just swept everything onto the floor and told him to get in.

"Wow, I could not live with someone like you," was the stupidly random comment that came out of Jensen's mouth. He pursed his lips, why would he go and say that to Misha Collins of all people. Jensen wound down the window and looked out of it to pretend nothing had been said.

Jensen couldn't believe he was in Misha's car and about to head to Misha's home. How on earth did this happen? So he'd watched the show for a long time and kind of really liked it. It was a casual kind of like, he enjoyed the gratuitous fantasy violence, could tell there was a lot of good stunt work on it and yeah Johnny and Jared didn't hurt the eyes either. He'd been excited when he first joined Cliff's security guard company as a casual employee, just something to tide him over between stunt work, theatre school and his oh so secret and embarrassing modeling career. He never thought he'd actually get assigned to any jobs vaguely in the proximity of that show, let alone be picked out from the huge pool of body guards on the company's books to guard Johnny Valenti. He'd almost turned it down too because guarding Johnny meant the possibility of crossing paths with Misha Collins and how Jensen felt about Misha Collins was beyond the pale.

Every time the angel Castiel came on, Jensen had to fight the urge to hover in front of the TV. It was the voice, the eyes, the way Castiel followed Dean around. If Jensen could have a partner one day who treated him the way Castiel treated Dean, he'd be floored. Jensen had dreaded meeting Misha because in his limited experience of guarding celebrities, nothing killed your love of a character quicker than meeting the actor who portrayed him.

Then it happened, the agency called and he was put on that night's detail at the nightclub, where Misha was also invited as a guest. Suddenly, Jensen found himself standing behind Johnny, trying so hard not to listen to the conversation between Misha and Johnny about him. Trying not to look at Misha all night. Trying to maintain a veneer of detachment. He'd been doing so well until the point where Misha persisted at talking to him and touching his shoulder and then out of the corner of his eye, he'd glimpsed the chandelier falling and the only thought in his head had been save Misha, protect him, make him safe.

"Thinking about your girlfirend?" Misha said, shifting into fourth gear as they left the city precinct.

Jensen startled. How long had he been wallowing in his head? He looked over at Misha and frowned. "No."

"Sorry, thinking about your boyfriend," Misha teased.

"I would rather not speak of personal matters, Mr Collins," Jensen cleared his throat. Bravely, he lifted his eyes to Misha's, fuck they were blue and bottomless and electrifying. Jensen swallowed, he needed to get through the next 8 hours then call the the agency and quit in the morning, then he'll never have to feel the weight of those eyes on him again. He could watch those eyes from the safety of his tv-set and never worry that they would stare at him like this, like they are looking right through to the heart of him. Just 8 hours, how much wrong could be done in 8 hours?

"Do you mind if we stop off at the supermarket first?" Misha changed tact. "My fridge is a little lightly stocked at the moment, I wasn't expecting a house guest."

"I'm just going to check your quarters are undisturbed, then I'll stand guard outside of the door." Jesen said. "You don't need to feed me."

"Is that what you do for Johnny, stand outside his door 24/7?"