Uncontroversial Behavior

Keep Calm

~Summary~

Jensen really doesn't know how Jared and Misha can still seem so full of energy after a few days of this.

Sure, conventions are fun, meeting the fans, making said fans happy and all that jazz, but really? After just two days, Jensen feels drained and there Mish and Jay are, prancing about like they're on their way to their very first panel, fresh and relaxed and excited like they haven't been there right along with him every step of the way. Then again, those two live off fan interaction – especially Misha – and sometimes Jensen wishes he could be a charmingly insulting ass like Misha or an adorably gangling moose like Jared, but he's just him, and he doesn't.

He that's part of why he's always a little put off or nervous about conventions, he can't see why people would go nuts over hearing him talk about his day to day life when they could have the time of their lives with either Jay or Mish. He guesses that's also why he puts on a little act each time he goes on stage even if he feels a little bad about it; he wants to keep up with those two and give the fans the show they deserve – he wants to show others that he, Jensen Ackles, can be just as funny as the other two and if he sometimes reflects their more personal questions with jokes? Well, they don't need to know that, do they.

Hundreds of screams from crazed fangirls jolt him out of his 'Deep Thought' territory and Jensen looks up just in time to see Jay wrench open the curtains and waltz onto stage with a wave and a happy shout of "Hi y'all!", leaving Jensen and Misha backstage to wait their turn (or the perfect moment to crash his panel Supernatural style).

He swipes a hand over his eyes and pinches the bridge of his nose, going over his schedule once again in his head to make sure he hasn't forgotten anything when he feels someone squeeze his knee.

"You look a little tense, you okay?" Misha has his body tilted towards him and a slight frown twists his face.

"What, yeah, yeah I'm fine Mish. Just a headache" Jensen gives Misha's hand – which still rests on his knee – a reassuring pat and stands up, stretching his arms for good measure before wandering further to the back of the small space they have jokingly called the backstage area to get a drink.

"Yeah?" Misha follows him and leans his hip against the wall beside the fridge that keeps their water at a reasonably cool temperature. "And here I thought you were just nervous again"

Jensen snorts "Why would I be nervous"

"You tell me" Misha has his arms folded and his head cocked to the side while his eyes fix Jensen with an all too familiar stare that has him thinking 'goddamn character bleed'. "Y'know you can talk to me right? Me and Jay?"

"Sure" Jensen says with a small grin and lifts his bottle in a silent toast "I'll let the Overlord know if there's anything wrong with one of his faithful subjects"

"I sure hope so" Misha puffs with that small twinkle in his eye he gets whenever someone calls him Overlord and smacks Jensen's arm. But he still gives him one last assessing look before he walks back to his seat.

Jensen lets out a sigh of relief once Misha has his back turned towards him and his head bent over his phone once again. He closes his eyes briefly then squares his shoulders and follows Misha.

***

"Okay, you know what? This is it!" Misha groans after a good twenty minutes of having to watch Jensen fidget in his seat, rubbing his temple and tear at the label on his water bottle all while pretending that what was bothering him wasn't getting worse

"What're you talking about?" Jensen turns his head and eyes him warily as if he expects Misha to dancing the polka any minute now – which, given his reputation, is not as far fetched as one might think.