Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

Respect

"Okay, guys, you can handle it on your own. I've something else to do."

With that, Jared finished his glass of orange juice and stood up.

"You've been with your wife for three months now. How about a man's evening for a change?"

With a roll of eyes, Jensen looked after his serial partner, who didn't feel it necessary to tie his shoes before opening the door. But to be honest, he wasn't angry that the big guy finally disappeared.

All three had gone through the scene for the next day of shooting because, after the long winter break, no one wanted to give the nakedness to be called rusty by Gabe.

"Listen ... there's a cure!" Jensen said with a deeper voice.

Misha's voice slightly trembled as he blew out the hunter's name, long-drawn and somewhat annoyed.

"Dean ...!"

"And what?! Do you want to kill the whole circle?"

Angry, Jensen spun around and slammed the laptop shut before getting up and expressing his concerns with his hands and feet.

"You should trust me a little more in this matter. We're running out of time; the virus is spreading. They aren't human anymore, and everybody knows how it ends!"

"After everything you've done, it's getting harder and harder to trust you!"

Jensen's voice grew louder as he enumerated the angel's faults.

In one leap, Misha was with the younger man and pushed him against the wall; his forearm pressed on Jensen's throat.

"You should show me some respect. I dragged you out of hell. I can throw you back in!"

Angry, Misha glared at him and pressed his body to the hunter's, who drew in a startled breath.

Not only did he act scared, but a different feeling also caused the goosebumps to spread all over his body in a flash.

He was curious and inflamed, now wedged between the wall and his dark-haired angel.

"I'm sorry," Jensen said with a gasp and felt the burning look on his body as Misha looked him up and down.

It gave him pleasure and satisfaction to have his friend somewhat helpless before him. Lost in those little freckles, Misha paused, enjoying the tingling spreading in his body as their bodies touched.

The younger man had always been his secret weakness, but Misha always had a good grip and didn't show anything in front of his colleague. If one worked together eight months a year, one automatically got closer to each other in their free time together. The younger man was one of his best friends, and they already had some nonsense behind them. But this was a new experience. Of course, the fear that something could go wrong, that at some point they wouldn't be able to meet each other's eyes, was always present. That's what was called life. But those who didn't dare would win nothing. And the older man was determined to savor those moments as long as possible.

The fact that he had something going on with Samantha and Gabriel was something that most of the crew knew. But that with Jensen had to be kept secret in any case, which was the extra kick. It was usually at home with Gabriel and Sam if something happened between them. But what was in the air wasn't so easy to stop, and both knew they had to be careful.

Maybe it was just the long dry spell they had behind them. The two men hadn't seen each other for three months now. Okay, that wasn't entirely true. Twice Jensen was with his family at Misha, and once reversed. But there were the others there. Guilty conscience? No. Jensen didn't have to.