Between the worlds - THE GAME (Supernatural)

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"Are you finally coming? We're too late!"

Casually, Jared leaned in the doorway and watched impatiently as his serial brother rushed frantically back and forth, stowing this and that in his suitcase and giving his wife a fleeting kiss on the lips.

"Tell the kids that I love them," he called after her and quickly disappeared with the big man to his car.

"Why are you so excited?"

Jensen looked at his friend and shrugged.

"Dunno what you mean."

He and Jared were on their way to the airport because it was time for a convention. He loved that. The people there were all ... the whole mood was happier, more exuberant, and more informal.

Longingly, Jensen leaned his head against the car window and stared out. Of course, he was looking forward to the others, but he was looking forward to Misha most of all. All he could think about was the dark-haired man with the bedroom eyes. Misha beside him, on him, under him, in him ... But he still hadn't told Jared about it, and his guilty conscience ate him up. He had to say to him ... someday.

"Jens?!"

Brutally, he was brought back to reality when feeling a slightly painful blow to the shoulder.

"What?"

In astonishment, he stared at the taller man, who must have asked him something.

"Are you finally gonna tell me what's wrong with you? We've known each other since ... forever, spending almost every minute together; I notice that you're hiding something from me. At first, I was disappointed that you aren't talking to me, thought to myself –– give him time, he'll reveal himself. But slowly, I get angry. Talk to me!"

"Dunno what you mean," Jensen murmured ruefully, staring at the passing cars again.

Yes, sure. He had to tell his friend. But he was afraid of it ... didn't know if Jared understood that and what he'd think.

The same doubts back then with Misha, he remained silent out of sheer fear that this would mean the end of their friendship.

Jensen sat there, trying to break the oppressive silence with something trivial, but he couldn't make a sound. It was as if his brain didn't want that.

Jared gave him a blank look and shook his head.

"Then leave it!" He hissed testily.

The fact that he preferred to talk to Samantha, Misha, or Gabriel, and the conversation fell silent as soon as he or anyone else came near, drove Jared insane. And it hurt him, too, because the two weren't only in the series brothers but also behind the cameras. They shared everything, and now Jensen had a secret.

Misha and Jared's panel in the early afternoon was a complete success.

The two were a well-rehearsed team, and no sooner had a fan asked a question than one completed the other's sentence, with a lot of body contact and pecks on the cheek here and there.

Jensen had just returned from his autograph session and had watched the hustle and bustle on the side of the stage for a while ... it boiled inside him.

He'd never cared, or better said ... he was happy that everyone in the team got along and dealt with each other well.

And the fans paid for it, so they should also see something. But that ...

Every move by Jared was suddenly scrutinized. Maybe it was jealousy. Nobody should lick his angel like that. He couldn't help and went to Samantha, assigned to assist the fans at the microphone.