what I really love about the cockles fandom is that we love their wives and kids and we dont think theyre faking their relationship, we just know what they love them and they also love each other and thats the sweetest thing ever
So there’s no real story behind this op except Gen was at jib and I got her autograph and MAN, I WISH DANNEEL AND VICKI COULD JOIN HER??? I walked up to them and just held up the sign, “Do you think you guys can just hold up the corners of this?” And they read it and Jensen immediately (and enthusiastically) said, “Absolutely!” Misha grinned a little and probably said something but I was still half asleep and distracted by Jensen. (Sorry Misha but I was distracted by you at chicon so it’s fair)
Also, they tried to pull me into the middle and I stepped to the side and said (for some ungodly reason), “No I’ll stand here. For internet purposes.” I caught Misha giving me A Look.
The first time
Jensen went over to Misha’s house in LA was mid-summer—after a long, exhausting
fourth season had finally wrapped. Jensen had to admit, he was a little weary
about going over to his co-star’s place. They hadn’t known each other for very
long, even though it felt like they had. It was one of those friendships that seemed
old and comfortable right from the start, and Jensen loved that—but it was also a friendship that never strayed too far
from set. Misha wasn’t usually in LA the same times that he was, and any free
time they had during filming was almost always
spent with their respective families. Plus, the guy was always flying off—doing
some crazy thing in god-knows-where; which
made pinning him down very difficult;
and Jensen was never certain of where Misha would answer from when he called
him … but chances were, it wasn’t nearby, and they couldn’t just go out and
grab a bite, even if they both wanted to. Which is why it took nearly a year
for Jensen to finally see Misha’s house—and also why Jensen was so nervous
What if this was one of those friendships that only really worked in
the right place? Like those people who acted all friendly at school, but as
soon as they were out in the real world,
everything got weird. Jensen didn’t want it to be like that with him and Misha—it
would actually hurt if that’s how it
turned out to be … and each step he took up Misha’s walkway made Jensen’s heart
pound all the more. He finally composed himself, putting on his best smile even
before knocking on the door—a little
acting trick he learned over the years: start
playing the part long before the cameras begin rolling. He barely got
another knock in before the door flew open. Vicki was on the other side, nose
plastered in a spiral-bound notebook, not even looking up as she waved Jensen
“Oh … h-hey, Vicki” he began, a little
put off by the fact that eye contact hadn’t
even been made yet. “How have you been?”
… working” she mumbled, blindly
shutting the door behind them before pulling a pen from her frizzy pinned back
hair and scribbling something else amongst the scrawl already in the notebook.
“Oh, sorry to
interrupt … is—is Misha around?” Jensen watched as the woman continued to
write, still not making any attempt to lift her head. She always struck him as
a little strange—not in a bad way, just in that unique way … much like Misha did at first. So this wasn’t too
unexpected, really. God, he thought, those two were made for each other.
“It’s fine” she
finally said, sticking the pen back in her hair and re-reading over what she
just wrote. “He’s out back, doing …” for the first time in almost two minutes,
Vicki looked up. “I honestly have no clue
what he said he was doing—hopefully nothing stupid.”
quickly feeling a laugh jiggle up his throat. “It probably is.”
smile was warm and loving. “Probably.
Feel free to go out there and make fun of him for it.”
“How about I make
fun of him enough for both of us?” Jensen asked, giving the tall woman a saucy
quickly reaching down and swatting Jensen’s hip with her notebook. “I knew I
liked you” she chirped, sauntering away with a laugh, grin slowly falling as
she falls back into her work.
Jensen chuckled a
little more before turning towards what he assumed was the back of the house—realizing
a little late that he maybe should have asked Vicki for directions to where “out
back” was. He knew Misha built this
place himself, which—looking at it now, was all the more impressive. It was not
some box with holes cut in it—it was actually a house. It had halls and unique little nooks, and intriguing
details that were probably maddening at the time. Jensen wouldn’t be surprised
if his friend put in a trap door or two, just because he could. It was pretty damn amazing overall … which made finding
the backyard even harder. Jensen took a couple wrong turns before he finally
got there, finding the guest bathroom and some storage closest along the way. Finally,
he stumbled upon a side bar that had a sliding door on the far end that
obviously led outside. Through the glass, Jensen caught a glimpse of an arm
that he can only assume was Misha’s, or
else—they have another house guest Jensen wasn’t aware of. His nerves
suddenly spiked—he would feel even more uneasy if there was someone else here.
He didn’t want to have to play nice with someone new while he was still trying
to get to know the non-work side of Misha. With another deep breath, he moved
towards the door—letting it out soft and heavy once he saw that it was in fact Misha on the other side … but
the escaping air caught quickly with the sight of his friend’s bare back.
skin hugged muscle and bone—shifting and rippling like sand in a thinning tide.
The back and forth of Misha’s arms as he chiseled down a piece of wood made
every inch of his arm harden in a slew of sinew and rock. Sweat pilled on the
curve of his shoulders and Jensen just stared hopelessly as one little drop ran
down Misha’s side, finally hitting the line of his baggy cargo pants—they sag
so far that Jensen could easily see the beginning mound of Misha’s ass—as well
as the fact that the guy has no tan
line there. What the fuck does that
mean? He must have been thinking about it for a while because he only came to
when he heard a loud tap on the glass right in front of his face.
and dimples greeted him through the sheen and Jensen found himself grinning
even as all the questions still ran through his mind. Misha eventually took a
few steps back and gestured for him to come outside. Jensen damn near walked
into the door following the motion—thankfully realizing what he was about to do
before any real embarrassment could occur.
smile beamed even brighter when Jensen finally joined him outside. “Hey there,
stranger!” With open arms and no warning at all, Jensen found himself wrapped
in a sweaty, tanned, muscly hug … and it was blissful.