Singer wanted to try and get the whole scene with one shot. Jensen was so on board with that - the sooner he got this over with, the sooner he could move on to what he liked to think of as 'Dean's post-huge-thing angst phase', like crying over Hell or when Sam was detoxing. He could do those things like nobody's business - he had a knack for on-screen angsting and the 'Perfect Single Manly Tear's and everything like that.
He just had to get through this one scene. They'd already done the kissing part - now he was standing at the edge of the bed, Misha in front of him, because theoretically Castiel would mojo he and Dean to the bed and shove them down and that was where the take started.
There were at least six cameras set up around them - they wanted to get the whole thing in one take so they needed as many angles as they could get away with without interfering with each other, and Jensen felt slightly calmer, watching all the people watching him and Misha. He wouldn't get too carried away with all the cameras on him; he wouldn't lose control, like he had in his trailer.
Misha licked his lips, watching Jensen's face, waiting for the go ahead. Jensen nodded, smiling slightly at his friend and Misha's lips quirked up in response. They both understood that yesterday was just a fluke - it wouldn't happen again - they were professionals, they could act like it. Jensen took a deep breath, shaking his arms out at seeing the signal from Singer to take their positions, and he watched Misha straighten, darken, become 'Godstiel', as the fandom was calling him now. Jensen felt another hot shiver run down his spine at the change - it was tangible, like the smell of smoke or a heat haze in the desert. Jensen could feel the power radiating off Misha and it frightened and excited him.
He was beginning to think this whole 'method' approach might not be such a bad idea.
"Season Seven, Episode Six, Scene Three, Mark," said one of the crew members, snapping the scene marker in front of the camera and then dodging away. Jensen reached forward, fisting one hand in the sleeve of the trench coat, the other knotting in the back of Misha's hair as he had had it in the previous scene. Misha took Dean's jacket in both his hands and the two men pulled themselves closer to each other.
"Action!" came Singer's cry, and then Misha leapt into action. Jensen was almost caught by surprise, but then again, he probably should have been - he was Dean now. His calves hit the bed and he fell back, Misha sprawling on top of him with a low growl, and the two men went tumbling, landing perfectly in the middle of the bed when Jensen pushed himself up surreptitiously.
There was a camera gliding up on his left side, ready to catch the part where Castiel would lay his hand over Dean's handprint and claim him as 'Mine'. Jensen bit his lip, bracing himself, and allowed himself to sink into Dean's mindset. He was angry, he was furious, and afraid, and desperate. He lunged up into the second kiss, Castiel stealing his breath easily, mashing their mouths together in a furious clash of tongues and teeth. He let his eyes go half-lidded, let everything melt away except for Castiel, Cas, you stupid son of a bitch, damn you, damn you for making me feel like this, for making me want, need -.
"When will you learn?" Castiel growled, his hands landing on Dean's flanks again as Dean desperately shoved at Castiel's trench coat, pushing it off and away, and then his suit jacket so that it fell over Castiel's hips, hiding them both. "Why do you never learn?"
"Cas." Dean growled the name, throwing his head back in a cry when Castiel leaned down to bite at his throat, falling between his legs like he belonged there, and shit, maybe he does. "Damn it." Castiel's hands shoved Dean's shirt up, his burning palms branding Dean's sensitive flanks, marking him, leaving his scent and his touch over others that had mapped this path before him. Dean's hips rolled up and he sat up, shoving at Castiel's shoulders. The deity's eyes were dark and wide, his cheeks flushed, hair mussed. He was beautiful, fuck, he was beautiful.
