DEAN: Damn it, Cas. Please, just let the souls go. You've got everything you wanted now. [PAUSE] Haven't you?
CASTIEL: There is something else I want, Dean.
DEAN [warily]: And what is that?
Jensen got about five pages into the new script before he raised an eyebrow, eyes widening as he looked over the words, the italicized stage directions. "Oh, hell no," he muttered to himself, wondering if perhaps this was a gag copy Jared printed off for him, but no, it looked legit.
Troubled, the actor stood and exited his trailer, intending to find his co-star and maybe get an explanation.
He found Misha leaning casually against one of the wooden gates that would later be used for a haunted farm scene, cool as anything and sipping at the 99-cent coffee that they brought in for the PAs.
"How far have you gotten? Have you seen this?" Jensen asked when Misha flashed blue eyes his way. The older man quirked his lips up slightly in an amused smile, setting his coffee down and flicking back several pages.
"You mean the part where you shove me against a wall to kiss me or the part where I mojo you down onto a bed and we have feisty, angry on-screen sex?" he asked coolly.
Jensen's breath left him in a huge gust as the other man smiled more widely, obviously finding pleasure in Jensen's ruffled state. "Something troubling you?" he asked.
Jensen's brow furrowed and he looked over his own script again. Something damn well was troubling him - Sera and Ben ware fucking bending over for the rabid fangirls and, damn it - "I'm not gay," he said defensively, because he felt like he should and Misha got under his skin under normal circumstances. It was not a secret that Misha had trouble separating what happened to his character from things that happened to him and the fact that he was referring to the scene with 'You' and 'Me' and not 'Dean' and 'Cas' already rubbed against Jensen the wrong way.
"I never said you were," Misha replied with a raised eyebrow and a tilt of his head. Jensen just wanted to...smush his face.
Yeah, you read right. Just smush it.
Jensen rolled up the script with an agitated growl. "Dean's not gay," he said, emphasizing his point in a way that the quirky actor might understand.
Misha raised his other brow, holding up his script as though that disproved everything Jensen was saying - and, of course, it did. "Not according to this." It was annoying, how totally unruffled he was. The older man snorted, rolling his eyes, and finally straightened, flashing teeth in his smile. "Come on, Jensen, you've been an actor a long time - you can't tell me this is the first gay scene you've ever done?"
The way he said that, like it should've been fucking obvious to Jensen that he was born to play gay, riled the younger man. "Well..." There was that one part in 'Blonde', but that was part of a threesome - strictly no solo guy-guy action. And his Eric character supposedly had a gay lover but again, nothing on-screen.
He shook his head. Misha's eyes widened and he whistled, nodding. "Oh, come on," Jensen snapped, trying to bluff his way out, "like you have?"
"Scenes, no," Misha conceded, "but there were cameras." A sly smile crossed the older man's lips and Jensen flushed, unable to tell if he was even joking or not - you could never tell with Misha, which was infuriating and intriguing as anything.
"Even so," Jensen muttered, trying to get the conversation back on track, "Dean's not gay. This is completely out of character for him." He waved the script in Misha's general direction. "I can't see him getting pissed enough or coerced into fucking the Angel, I'm sorry, but it's not...right."
Misha rolled his eyes and shrugged, turning so that he was fully facing Jensen, propping himself up against the fake gate. "Look, bitch all you want, but this is the final draft and we're shooting the thing tomorrow. So you can either be a good boy, run lines with me, and get it over with, or you can continue to bitch and moan and give a half-assed performance because you were too busy complaining how OOC it was for Dean to be so pissed that he decided 'fuck it' and slam Cas up against a wall. Personally, either way works," he held up his hands in defense, "but I know it would irk you to put on a shit performance. So just take it and deal with your emotional breakdown later. I'm sure Dean's gonna have plenty."
The combination of 'good boy', 'bitch' and 'take it', growled out in an almost Castiel-low voice, felt like blows to Jensen's libido. He swallowed, green eyes widening for a moment, and then looked at his rumpled script. There would still definitely be words and he didn't even want to think about Jared's reaction, but...hey, he was an actor, right? He could act like that.
"Besides," Misha muttered, flicking open his script again, "they kind of make Cas a douche in this." He flashed a large Cheshire smile Jensen's way. "I know you're not into the whole 'method' thing, but if you want, I'm sure I could try getting you riled enough to put you into the mindset."
If possible, Jensen's eyes widened further, and he cleared his throat and shook his head. "Um, no," he said, and he wasn't blushing, pleaseGoddon'tlethimbeblushing. "That's alright. Thanks. I'll be back to run lines with you later."
"See you later, Jen," Misha purred, still smiling, but there was this kind of heat in his eyes that Jensen just caught before it was gone again and he was left wondering if he'd imagined it, before the older man waved and turned away again, heading towards the set where he was being called to film another face-off scene with Mark, because apparently not only was the new Cas a douche, but he was also BFF's with the demon. Hurray. The fans were going to eat that up with a spoon.
If they weren't full from this. Jensen closed his eyes, feeling a migraine coming on, and went back to his trailer, because he didn't have to be anywhere for an hour and the least he could do was try and justify this in his mind to Dean, because damn, it just wasn't right.
