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Hey. So, uh. I'm Jensen Ackles and this is my tumblr-thing. I'm not really sure how it works, but I'm figuring it out. Sort of. I'm an actor, a director, and sometimes a musician (but only in my shower). No, I don't have a Twitter and no, I can't get you a job in the industry. Hard at work filming in Vancouver. May or may not be on all the time, depending on how much procrastination I'm feeling. --- Magic Anon status: n/a [[obviously not j. ackles. independent rp blog, aw yeah. go ahead and talk to me (even if i'm already talking to the same character!) ]]

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Jensen had to physically press his lips together to keep himself from smiling like an idiot at the way Misha scrunched his nose and did with his eyebrow that actually shouldn’t be legal in any country, really. But then the look on Misha’s face was back and Jensen knew it was bad. Of course it would be some waitress at a restaurant that Jensen hadn’t even looked at the nametag for.

“No, you’re not,” said Jensen, smiling at Misha’s valiant attempt. “But that’s okay, because between you and me, I….” He stopped, considering, “I think I have a way to make it up to you.” Then, he quickly added, “If you’ll let me.”

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“Jen, I..” Misha paused, he felt so selfish. “I didn’t mean to..” He was at a loss of words, but.. then he was intrigued. “Make it.. up to me?” He felt his eyes widen, felt his brows both lift and arch, and felt his lower lip puff out slightly with his curiosity. “And.. what is that?” He was trying to hide the excitement he had by using one of his Castiel-tones, awkward and questioning, but the corners of his mouth betrayed him, lifted slightly, and his eyes betrayed him with their curious luminescence, and his body betrayed him how it shifted with impatience.

“To be fair, I don’t think there is much I wouldn’t let you do, now.. what are we talking about here?”  

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And there was the Misha Jensen knew. He could see Misha's fidgeting, despite the man's attempts to hide it. Jensen took another sip of his wine, taking his sweet time. Misha was right, there probably wasn't much that he wouldn't let Jensen do, and Jensen, albeit more or less the same, knew he'd always let Misha try something at least once.

"You remember what you said yesterday? A bet or something, if I remember right?" said Jensen, a sly grin on his face growing.

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There was bile rising in his throat at this thing doing this to Misha (what had Misha done besides be stupid enough to take this part?) and suddenly Levianthan-not-Misha was reaching out, but his heart was pounding in his ears too much to really do much of anything. Jensen yelled out, cursing at his knees buckling and the pain in his arm that was so intense, he could feel the breath being knocked out of him.

It was inhuman strength, something than no man should have possessed. It wasn’t a man. The thing was using Misha’s body to walk and talk and kill, judging by the way the blood was gleaming on his lips and oh, God someone was dead, someone was actually dead. More people were going to die and Jensen was about to one the next one and who knows who else after that and maybe, maybe finally Misha would die. “Misha, Cas. Wh-whichever one of you is in there, you gotta do something,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Hey, asshole,” he said, the inklings of a survival mode he usually reserved for cameras and scripts kicking in because being on the show where this stuff came from, wasn’t he supposed to be fucking qualified for this kind of shit? Then again, he thought, the writers probably didn’t anticipate this kind of gig happening to real I-only-die-once people. “You’re—….You wanna let my friend go,” he said, cringing away from the who-the-fuck-knows-what-those-are coming out of the Levianthan’s fingernails. Jensen cursed again and, on a whim, he swung his free wrist towards the thing’s jawline.

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Misha was trying to fight inside, but he knew exactly how his character had felt now. This was incredibly painful and it felt like he was being pulled apart on the inside, long, black tendrils coiling around his throat and icey fingers tearing at his limbs. 

But they were happy. They were having fun. “Your friend is tasty. We like his mind. We like his vessel, too. We know that if we get rid of you, we can break him without lifting a pretty finger.” He draws his hands back further, and was ready to slice at Jensen’s face with them, but a sudden thump distracted him.

The larger mans fist slammed into his jaw and caused his head to jerk back. He cleared his throat as his jaw began to pulse in pain and throb, it felt like he was just hit with a large rock. “That was not nice.” He mumbles, tilting his head. His eyes were completely filled with a darkness. He drew his hand back, and thrusted one of the claw-like ebony steel nails into Jensen’s abdomen. 

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His first thought was that this was definitely different from being stabbed by a fake knife or a prop. The thought that immediately followed and threw the first thought away was pain. Blinding pain that wasn't close to anything he could remember feeling and maybe he had screamed somewhere in there, but he couldn't tell at this point. Jensen gasped and choked, trying to remember how to get air in and out of his lungs.

"Misha," he breathed, the name coming out harsh and strained. "You gotta--" He trailed off. What was Misha supposed to do again? Jensen wasn't sure. The show hadn't said how you saved someone from being a Leviathan. There was blood. Even if Jensen couldn't feel it through the constant pain, he know it had to be there. In some sort of last-ditch effort, he blindly shoved his hands toward the Leviathan, trying to get any sort of distance between himself and the thing that was wearing Misha Collins like a suit.

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“Thats why you play Dean so well.” Misha snarked, his lips lifting into a little smirk, but it dropped quickly. He tilted his head up, eyes meeting. His brows pulled together. He would have stumbled over his words, but he found an outlet in clearing his throat and cupping his hand over his mouth as he did so, before allowing it to fall back into his own lap. 

“I didn’t.” It was a simple answer. He wished Jensen didn’t question him sometimes. He was more of a sensitive person and when his emotions, his limits, were pushed too far, he would get angry, and then he would feel bad for getting angry. He liked to blame things on himself, apologetic and sorry. It was rare that if Jensen hurt his feelings did he react in anger towards him. He often blamed it on himself and went quiet. 

There were a few times though. He wouldn’t forget those.

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“So what does it mean if you play an angel?” he asked, not giving Misha the chance to close up and shrug off any conversation, no matter how much he wanted to. Jensen stared at Misha, deciding he didn’t very much like this quieter, more closed off version.

“Liar,” he said, as though he was commenting on the weather. He leaned back, grabbing both of the glasses and pushing one towards Misha. “You know that you’re the one I’m drinking wine with, right? And it’s not just because of your pretty face, I can promise you that,” Jensen continued, taking a sip from his own glass.

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Misha scrunched his nose and quirked his brow at Jensen as he questioned what it meant if he played Castiel, an angel. He would have retorted with a witty comment but that ability felt drained for the moment, and it was not restored as Jensen spoke again. His lips twitched as he watched the ruby liquid move in the glass as it was sliding towards him. He paused before letting out a sigh and gently, tenderly wrapping his hands around the fragile glass. He lifted it to his lips and took a moderate sip, setting it down lightly on the table.

“Yeah.” He said softly, his gaze moving now from the other male to glance about the environment. He could smell smoke, somewhere. Someone was smoking.. that stuff made him gag. Finally, his attention returned to him. “I know. I’m sorry.” There he went again. 

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Jensen had to physically press his lips together to keep himself from smiling like an idiot at the way Misha scrunched his nose and did with his eyebrow that actually shouldn't be legal in any country, really. But then the look on Misha's face was back and Jensen knew it was bad. Of course it would be some waitress at a restaurant that Jensen hadn't even looked at the nametag for.

"No, you're not," said Jensen, smiling at Misha's valiant attempt. "But that's okay, because between you and me, I...." He stopped, considering, "I think I have a way to make it up to you." Then, he quickly added, "If you'll let me."

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Jensen’s first thought involved some screaming and general denying that any of this was happening. He was, after all, a realist. But, no. No, no, this seemed real and even then, what if it was one of those dream deals where if you die in the dream, you die in real life? Not on his list of things to do. This…thing, the only word Jensen could really come up with because while it had Misha’s facial structure and hair and clothes, this creature was possibly the furthest thing from Misha Jensen had ever seen.

In fact, this thing didn’t even look human. It was speaking in riddles talking about drowning and Jensen really didn’t like the sound of that. It seemed otherworldly and deadly and almost like something from the…show….Oh.

“Oh, no, no, no, no,” Jensen breathed softly, his eyes wide with realization as he took a few steps back. “You’re a—….Look, you don’t wanna….” he tried, holding out a hand as though it would stop the thing. The Leviathan.

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“We.. can smell.. you..”

It breathed huskily. Perhaps the most terrifying thing of all of this was that it chose Misha’s body, someone who was so.. lovable and sweet. Of course, he liked to tease Jensen. He always did. Misha was buried. Surrounded in a sweet voice he would surely not remember when it was over, he would question what had happened and wonder why he felt so funny. “It smells like you and you smell like it. We do not understand, but the aroma of your figure means nothing.” His lips twitched into a smile as he drew close enough to extend his arm and grab Jensen’s. So, he did. 

“Defiance means nothing. Bury your soul. Human misery, disease of the mind and heart festers.. its a good place to die..” He steps forward and his grip begins to tighten at an insane rate, so much that it would break his arm if he was not stopped soon. He leaned inwards, and drew his other hand back. His nails began to extend and.. they appeared to be writhing.. blades, or sharp, ebony metalic creatures almost. 

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There was bile rising in his throat at this thing doing this to Misha (what had Misha done besides be stupid enough to take this part?) and suddenly Levianthan-not-Misha was reaching out, but his heart was pounding in his ears too much to really do much of anything. Jensen yelled out, cursing at his knees buckling and the pain in his arm that was so intense, he could feel the breath being knocked out of him.

It was inhuman strength, something than no man should have possessed. It wasn't a man. The thing was using Misha's body to walk and talk and kill, judging by the way the blood was gleaming on his lips and oh, God someone was dead, someone was actually dead. More people were going to die and Jensen was about to one the next one and who knows who else after that and maybe, maybe finally Misha would die. "Misha, Cas. Wh-whichever one of you is in there, you gotta do something," he said through gritted teeth.

"Hey, asshole," he said, the inklings of a survival mode he usually reserved for cameras and scripts kicking in because being on the show where this stuff came from, wasn't he supposed to be fucking qualified for this kind of shit? Then again, he thought, the writers probably didn't anticipate this kind of gig happening to real I-only-die-once people. "You're--....You wanna let my friend go," he said, cringing away from the who-the-fuck-knows-what-those-are coming out of the Levianthan's fingernails. Jensen cursed again and, on a whim, he swung his free wrist towards the thing's jawline.

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He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly at Misha in thought as the other man stared at Jensen, a palpable silence between them. Then, Misha looked down and spoke, saying a minimal sentence. Jensen gave a little scoff at the statement. “That’s nothin’ new, really, but so are you. Which makes things work out awesomely, remember?” Jensen said, regarding Misha carefully.

“So why do you look like you want to rip her guts out and take her tips?” he asked, raising both eyebrows slightly and keeping his gaze trained on Misha.

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“Thats why you play Dean so well.” Misha snarked, his lips lifting into a little smirk, but it dropped quickly. He tilted his head up, eyes meeting. His brows pulled together. He would have stumbled over his words, but he found an outlet in clearing his throat and cupping his hand over his mouth as he did so, before allowing it to fall back into his own lap. 

“I didn’t.” It was a simple answer. He wished Jensen didn’t question him sometimes. He was more of a sensitive person and when his emotions, his limits, were pushed too far, he would get angry, and then he would feel bad for getting angry. He liked to blame things on himself, apologetic and sorry. It was rare that if Jensen hurt his feelings did he react in anger towards him. He often blamed it on himself and went quiet. 

There were a few times though. He wouldn’t forget those.

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"So what does it mean if you play an angel?" he asked, not giving Misha the chance to close up and shrug off any conversation, no matter how much he wanted to. Jensen stared at Misha, deciding he didn't very much like this quieter, more closed off version.

"Liar," he said, as though he was commenting on the weather. He leaned back, grabbing both of the glasses and pushing one towards Misha. "You know that you're the one I'm drinking wine with, right? And it's not just because of your pretty face, I can promise you that," Jensen continued, taking a sip from his own glass.

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There was something weird going on. Maybe it was all those years of working on a show where weird stuff happened every day—oh hey, today we’re going to make it look like you cut this person’s head off, welcome to work—or maybe it was the weird things that were going on with that website on his computer (which was just bad dreams and a liiiittle too much to drink, obviously), but his gut was telling him that something was off.

A good majority of the crew had either gone home or was out scouting for night locations and Jensen wasn’t far behind the ones who had gone home, wanting nothing more than to pass out. He had his phone in hand and was halfway to texting Jared to see how bad traffic had been when a crash sound behind him.

He ducked, dropping his phone and covering his head for….whatever it had been. Something in the pyrotechnics department gone wrong? But there had definitely been the sound of metal being ripped apart and it was so close. Jensen heard something, low and gravelly and dark, turning around at the sound of it.

“Jesus Chri—….Misha, what the fuck!”

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“We do not remember this name.”

The creature, the man.. he stepped forward, facing his prey. They could smell him. They could smell everything about him. Who and what he had touched last, the scent of the material of clothing he wore, what shampoo he used, everything down to even the last time he was aroused. It all processed. The head tilted as it began to approach.

“A gnat cries for help but it is drowned in the unholy waters of unbridled taint. You are a gnat, and we must drown you.” Varicose veins trailed over his body and pumped to his eyes. Once one of them touched his right eye, the whole thing began to change. Darkness spread and pooled out, sheathing over blue and white. “We like you. We will eat you slowly. Dean? Or is it Jensen, like he says? Silly. Names do not mean anymore than the color of your eyes.”

He proceeds towards him but clearly the way he was stalking forward was not.. human. His teeth, when he grinned, were sharp. So sharp they nearly protruded out of his mouth. 

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Jensen's first thought involved some screaming and general denying that any of this was happening. He was, after all, a realist. But, no. No, no, this seemed real and even then, what if it was one of those dream deals where if you die in the dream, you die in real life? Not on his list of things to do. This...thing, the only word Jensen could really come up with because while it had Misha's facial structure and hair and clothes, this creature was possibly the furthest thing from Misha Jensen had ever seen.

In fact, this thing didn't even look human. It was speaking in riddles talking about drowning and Jensen really didn't like the sound of that. It seemed otherworldly and deadly and almost like something from the...show....Oh.

"Oh, no, no, no, no," Jensen breathed softly, his eyes wide with realization as he took a few steps back. "You're a--....Look, you don't wanna...." he tried, holding out a hand as though it would stop the thing. The Leviathan.

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He had to keep himself from grinning like an idiot or bursting out laughing at Misha’s suggestion of Jensen passing the time and he instead threw the waitress a “no, thank you”, glancing towards Misha and noting the expression on his face. Now, Jensen wasn’t incredibly skilled at reading people, but he was good enough and Misha was an open book with him.

She seemed to pause for maybe a second more, then retreated back off to help another table. Jensen watched her, wanting to make sure she was out of earshot. “Mish,” Jensen asked after a moment, his eyes flickering back to Misha and the corners of his mouth tilting upwards. “She’s a waitress,” he said simply, then leaned in a little closer, a thoughtful expression on his face. “So, you’re imagining me going bareback and naked? Is that usually the kind of kinky stuff you go for?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

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Misha was startled out of his jealous haze when Jensen leaned in and spoke ever so quietly, so.. mockingly, it seemed. His gaze slowly shifted to meet the others eyes. “I am aware of what her occupation is, Jen.” He said nothing more on the matter, simply so he wouldn’t give more fuel to the fire. But as soon as Jensen took his joking the wrong way, turned it into.. that, he tilted his torso back a little bit as a red color hazed over the flesh of his face and his lips parted. He found himself at a loss of words, and simply stared at Jensen without making a noise. He looked down and found the courage to speak again.

“You’re an ass, you know that.” It was the best he could muster, the two teased all the time, but that had started him more than he liked to admit. If anyone could get under his skin, it was Jensen, and only Jensen. Jared definitely couldn’t - when he tried, Misha simply put on the emotional mask he had for Castiel and stared at him. 

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He licked his lips, narrowing his eyes slightly at Misha in thought as the other man stared at Jensen, a palpable silence between them. Then, Misha looked down and spoke, saying a minimal sentence. Jensen gave a little scoff at the statement. "That's nothin' new, really, but so are you. Which makes things work out awesomely, remember?" Jensen said, regarding Misha carefully.

"So why do you look like you want to rip her guts out and take her tips?" he asked, raising both eyebrows slightly and keeping his gaze trained on Misha.

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Misha.

Castiel.

They could not tell the difference. They ate him. Ate it. Misha. Castiel. The angel. The mortal. They were tasty. 

He was tasty, too. And he had killed someone. A woman. Or.. was it a man? They could never tell, genders were too pesky to deal with, though they liked different parts. The females, they were.. tender, jucier. The males, they were not so fatty and they.. they tasted better. Like spices.. 

He ran his tongue over his blood covered lips.

It wasn’t just his face. His whole body was dripping with it. Delicate, fleshy mortals, how soft and sweet they were, how they disintegrated against the fork of his tongue. How they reflected in the blackness of his eyes, void, oh so delicious.

He would be better.

Castiel.. Misha.. or was it just the Leviathan now?.. placed his vessels foot against the door to what the mortals called a ‘trailer’. He kicked the door clean off its hinges and sent it flying into whatever laid behind it. “Come out.. come out and play with us..” 

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There was something weird going on. Maybe it was all those years of working on a show where weird stuff happened every day--oh hey, today we're going to make it look like you cut this person's head off, welcome to work--or maybe it was the weird things that were going on with that website on his computer (which was just bad dreams and a liiiittle too much to drink, obviously), but his gut was telling him that something was off.

A good majority of the crew had either gone home or was out scouting for night locations and Jensen wasn't far behind the ones who had gone home, wanting nothing more than to pass out. He had his phone in hand and was halfway to texting Jared to see how bad traffic had been when a crash sound behind him.

He ducked, dropping his phone and covering his head for....whatever it had been. Something in the pyrotechnics department gone wrong? But there had definitely been the sound of metal being ripped apart and it was so close. Jensen heard something, low and gravelly and dark, turning around at the sound of it.

"Jesus Chri--....Misha, what the fuck!"

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Jensen let his gaze trail down and across Misha’s chest as he leaned back, taking in every line he could see. A sliver of tanned skin (because, really, Misha was more than Jared at times) flashed as Misha’s shirt rode up, the sharp angle of a hipbone surely just out of view from Jensen’s line of sight. He wished this restaurant had lower tables. Jensen’s eyes lingered there for a second before snapping back up to Misha’s. “Typical guy stuff,” he baited. “You wouldn’t be interested.”

He spotted the waitress coming back, her eyes lingering on Misha for a few seconds, the new arrival since she had last stopped at the table. Her eyes glanced back and forth between the two men at the table, as though wanting to say something, but simply smiled and lifted the bottle of wine she was holding. It wasn’t pricey or extravagant by far, but Jensen had called upon his common courtesy for the sake of this…get-together. Or whatever it was.

Jensen gave her another smile and she took it as initiative, pouring the wine and asking, “Is there anything else I can get you?”

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Misha’s eyes expressed amusement before a smile carved over his lips. “Your logic is failing. Telling me you entertained yourself, but then not telling me what it was. I’m going to assume you went bareback riding a giraffe down the street, naked.. while.. throwing confetti.” He takes a few pauses as his hand waves in a gesturing motion, his eyes averting around the room a few times as he speaks. “Hey. That should in an ep. That would be amazing.” He grins and lifts his hand over his mouth to hide away laughter that wanted to break through.

But his attention is caught by the woman that approaches with.. wine, it appears, and then begins to pour it. That was a little bold, in his opinion. He raises a brow at her. A pang of jealousy poked in his stomach, and he did his best not to show it, but his best was not so good. On set, he could lay a mask on his face, no emotion. Off set, and with Jensen.. not so much. His lips twisted into an unfriendly line and he had to look away. 

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He had to keep himself from grinning like an idiot or bursting out laughing at Misha's suggestion of Jensen passing the time and he instead threw the waitress a "no, thank you", glancing towards Misha and noting the expression on his face. Now, Jensen wasn't incredibly skilled at reading people, but he was good enough and Misha was an open book with him.

She seemed to pause for maybe a second more, then retreated back off to help another table. Jensen watched her, wanting to make sure she was out of earshot. "Mish," Jensen asked after a moment, his eyes flickering back to Misha and the corners of his mouth tilting upwards. "She's a waitress," he said simply, then leaned in a little closer, a thoughtful expression on his face. "So, you're imagining me going bareback and naked? Is that usually the kind of kinky stuff you go for?" he asked, raising an eyebrow

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Jensen caught Misha’s eyes, even across the restaurant and the heads of the other people. He watched as the man was momentarily stopped by an employee, although the latter quickly got the drift that Misha wasn’t just bypassing the hostess because he felt like it. Understandable, considering if they knew Misha, they might think he was trying to do one of his Scavenger Hunt things or maybe something equally as crazy.

He didn’t know what the workers had been expecting, but Jensen wasn’t sure that they had someone like Misha in mind. “Oh, I found a way to entertain myself without you,” he said easily, after Misha sat down. “Believe it or not.”

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“Without me? You could find entertainment without me? I am amazed.” 

Misha snarks before grinning at Jensen and letting out a soft chuckle. “I’m joking, I’m joking. No, but really, tell me, how’d you find a way to amuse yourself?” As he says this, his gaze trails from Jensen’s eyes and down to the table. There was already a glass of water here, which was typical whenever Misha was late. It wasn’t often, he liked to be punctilious, but sometimes he could not help it. Or rather that he didn’t want to help it out of laziness. 

He tilts back in his seat to stretch before leaning against the table. Usually, Misha kept himself sitting stiff and straight with a hell of a posture. He didn’t feel like that today, for some ungodly reason he hadn’t any knowledge of. Scared him a little, but he made no noticeable traces to that notion. 

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Jensen let his gaze trail down and across Misha's chest as he leaned back, taking in every line he could see. A sliver of tanned skin (because, really, Misha was more than Jared at times) flashed as Misha's shirt rode up, the sharp angle of a hipbone surely just out of view from Jensen's line of sight. He wished this restaurant had lower tables. Jensen's eyes lingered there for a second before snapping back up to Misha's. "Typical guy stuff," he baited. "You wouldn't be interested."

He spotted the waitress coming back, her eyes lingering on Misha for a few seconds, the new arrival since she had last stopped at the table. Her eyes glanced back and forth between the two men at the table, as though wanting to say something, but simply smiled and lifted the bottle of wine she was holding. It wasn't pricey or extravagant by far, but Jensen had called upon his common courtesy for the sake of this...get-together. Or whatever it was.

Jensen gave her another smile and she took it as initiative, pouring the wine and asking, "Is there anything else I can get you?"

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The place was quiet, small enough and casual enough so as not to attract too much attention from what would surely seem like the two friendly co-workers having a nice meal. Which was what they would portray, even if some less-innocent intentions had brought Jensen here. Of course, it wasn’t as though they were bound to get much attention, Vancouver was luckily quiet like that. Jensen had already chosen a table off-center, facing the floor of the restaurant and the rest of the patrons.

And if the patrons weren’t aware of the way Jensen’s pants were tighter than he was comfortable with, that was alright with him. The waitress approached and Jensen said something quiet to her about wine and flash her a smile. Easy.   

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The Boston-born actor arrived just in the slightest late. He wouldn’t admit it to Jensen but he was late because he spent forever taking a shower. He really enjoyed the feeling of hot water against his skin, since the shower he had to take for work usually only lasted thee minutes. It was a race to get clean and get to your place on set. But this was nice. A break. Hell, he could call it a date if he wanted to, but he was a grown man and preferred not to sound like a teenage girl infront of others and himself, even.

He let out a sigh as he entered the restaurant, scanning the area for the familiar face. His sapphire eyes locked onto the other males and he flashes an apologetic smile before walking towards him. He was stopped by one of the workers, whom he explained to that Jensen had already been expecting him. He gingerly placed his fingers upon the opposite seat once he approached and pulled the chair far enough to take a seat, before holding it and scooting inwards. “Hey. Sorry I was late.”

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Jensen caught Misha's eyes, even across the restaurant and the heads of the other people. He watched as the man was momentarily stopped by an employee, although the latter quickly got the drift that Misha wasn't just bypassing the hostess because he felt like it. Understandable, considering if they knew Misha, they might think he was trying to do one of his Scavenger Hunt things or maybe something equally as crazy.

He didn't know what the workers had been expecting, but Jensen wasn't sure that they had someone like Misha in mind. "Oh, I found a way to entertain myself without you," he said easily, after Misha sat down. "Believe it or not."

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The place was quiet, small enough and casual enough so as not to attract too much attention from what would surely seem like the two friendly co-workers having a nice meal. Which was what they would portray, even if some less-innocent intentions had brought Jensen here. Of course, it wasn't as though they were bound to get much attention, Vancouver was luckily quiet like that. Jensen had already chosen a table off-center, facing the floor of the restaurant and the rest of the patrons.

And if the patrons weren't aware of the way Jensen's pants were tighter than he was comfortable with, that was alright with him. The waitress approached and Jensen said something quiet to her about wine and flash her a smile. Easy.   

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(( I SHOULD STOP NOW SHOULDNT I ))

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((OH MY GOD I DON'T FEEL SAFE WHAT IF THE LEVIATHANS COME FOR ME LOOK WHAT YOU DID HFSDIAOFKJSA))

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c-misha replied to your post: I forgot to mention, it lasts three hours.

((… HHAHAHA AHAHAHA )) (( MISHA IS STARING AT THIS GOING “WHAT. WHAT IS THIS.” ))

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M!A: You have a raging boner for Misha only.

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I forgot to mention, it lasts three hours.

((WELL, AT LEAST IT'S NOT MORE. "if your erection lasts more than three hours, seek immediate medical attention...."))