Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

The first step is always the hardest

His gaze crosses that of the dark-haired man, and he can hardly take his eyes off those sea-blue eyes that look deep into his soul. He barely noticed that his own arms wrapped around his angel's body and squeezed gently. A smile as Misha gently strokes his head again; his touch feels incredibly good. He deliberately rubs his head against his friend's chest. They look at each other and get lost again and again in each other's eyes. He wants to say something, but Misha just shakes his head slightly and kisses him. He returns the kiss; first gently, then more passionately ...

"Holy shit!"

Panting, Jensen jumped up in bed. Confused, he ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the alarm clock.

"Holy shit!" He repeated, rubbing his eyes, heart racing.

What should that be? Why did he dream of his colleague? And if he already dreamed of him, then why such a dream? It was the middle of the night, but Jensen couldn't sleep anymore, so he got annoyed and went to the fridge and tore it open.

Beer or mineral water?

He glanced back and forth a few times before grabbing the beer bottle, opening it, dropping onto the couch, and turning on the TV. Bored, he zapped through the channels, trying desperately to distract himself and not thinking about his dream, which didn't work.

Yes, he'd seen Misha naked a few days ago. And Misha him too. This evening, where they were with Samantha and Gabe and practiced bang with the gang. Admittedly, he'd had a pretty big mouth at the convention ... he was just like that. Jensen always did that when he was shy and insecure –– he covered it.

Thank you, acting school and life experience

But when he was alone in the hotel bed that evening and had time to reconsider, this gave him the collywobbles. He'd agreed, and there was no going back because his mouth was faster than his thoughts ... once again. But it was too late. And besides, he didn't want to show any weakness in front of his colleagues.

Jensen the Checker ... at least outwardly, he had to stick to this image.

He was so nervous when standing with his five colleagues at the door, but leave? No way! But it wasn't Sam or Gabe who made him nervous as he stood naked in the living room between the others. But his dark-haired serial partner. Misha. His angel.

The beer was empty, and he fetched a second bottle.

For years, he tried to classify these feelings he had. Vehemently he shook off the thought of whether there might be more, but ...

First, he wasn't gay. Second, Misha was one of his best friends; third, he wasn't gay. Of course, Jensen knew about Misha's messed-up love relationship with his wife, even before his confession in the Green Room. Of course, Jensen knew that Misha used to be with men in the past ...

Was it mentioned that Jensen couldn't imagine anything with a man anyway? His friend had never hinted that he'd feel more than friendship. Point. Out. End of story.

And why the hell was his cock stirring in his pants when he thought of him?

Damn Mish!

Since the first day, Misha joined the group, there was something special between the two men. Since the day of shooting, when they both faced each other for the first time in the barn. It turned out that Misha played an angel and became Dean's angel. And there would be no Destiel or Cockles if the fans hadn't noticed ...

But Jensen had always resisted, had never read even one of these stories because he didn't want to accept this train of thought. At first, he was upset and angry, but by now, he was indifferent to the subject, if not even a slight ... tiny trace interested. But Misha was a man, and Jensen wasn't interested in men. No! Because if he'd think more about it ...