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Sam suddenly woke up when he felt a wet nose on his cheek. His eyes flew open and he sat up. It took Sam a few minutes to remember where he was. The large comfortable bed in the large bedroom was definitely not what he was used to waking up to. He glanced at the clock, it was almost two in the morning. Gen was still asleep so Sam grabbed his phone and carefully got off of the bed. He quickly got dressed then went down to the kitchen. As he was making a pot of coffee, he scrolled through Jared’s phone until he found a text conversation between him and Jensen. As Sam read through the messages he realized that Jared and Jensen seemed very close, almost like brothers.
Sam sent Dean a quick text. Thought u were going to call so we could figure out what the fuck we’re gonna do. Too busy with your fake angel?
Sam waited several minutes then texted Dean a few more times. He drank down his coffee then decided he would just call him. Sam walked down the hall to the basement as he called a second time. He walked into the room he found earlier when he was down there with Dean that was set up like his own personal gym. Sam decided not to leave a voicemail since he would not be able to figure out the password so he sent a text to Dean to call him right away. Just as Sam started lifting weights, his phone rang. He sat up and hit accept.
“What the fuck do you want, Sammy?” Dean hissed into the phone. He and Cas had been having a steamy make out session when Sam kept texting him. He was about to shut the phone off when Misha told him to just answer him so he would quit calling. Dean reluctantly agreed and answered as he went downstairs.
“Hello to you too.”
Sam heard Dean sigh then whisper, “Shouldn’t you be screwing fake Ruby? I seem to remember you describing you guys having all kinds of crazy hot sex so here’s your chance to relive that minus the crazy.”
“She’s not actually my wife, Dean.”
“You’re telling me you guys haven’t even had sex yet? You are such a fucking prude.”
“I am not! And it’s none of your damn business.”
“So you did bang her, huh? What’s wrong, not the fiery demonic passion it was before?”
Sam took a deep breath. “Shut up, Dean. Just because I’m not all over her like you are with Misha…you’re totally fine pretending to be his boyfriend and having all kinds of sex aren’t you?”
“Who says we’re having sex?”
Sam scoffed. “Please, you were all over him the entire time you guys were here. Plus I know you.”
“Jealous?”
“What? No!”
“Mmm hmm. What the fuck ever. What do you want? Is everything besides your obvious lack of libido okay?”
“I’m sorry I’m not a horny slut like my brother.”
“There’s nothing wrong with having sex, Sammy. It’s healthier than never having sex and jerking one off in the shower occasionally.”
“It’s almost three in the morning and you guys are still having sex? Do you ever think with your upstairs brain?”
“Of course I do, but the downstairs one has just been a little busy.”
“Dean, we need to figure out what the fuck we’re going to do. This isn’t right and-”
“I tried telling Misha the truth, but…”
“No! Don’t, he would never believe you. He’s going to think you’re fucking insane.”
“I think he’d believe me. I actually feel a little bad making him think…”
“You actually have a conscious? Wow.”
“Fuck you. Such a little bitch. Listen, if I wasn’t having sex with him all the time he’d be suspicious and…fuck.” Dean cursed under his breath realizing what he just admitted. He quickly changed the subject so Sam wouldn’t press him further. “Um…so what’s the plan?”
“I guess we pretend to go to set tomorrow. That’s where he started off when we got here so maybe we have to be back there.”
“I gotta go, but um…I don’t even know what time we are supposed to be there or anything like that.”
“I’ll figure it out and text you. That reminds me, delete all of the texts I sent you and any you sent. I’m going to do some research and-”
“Jesus fucking Christ, Sammy. Get there around nine, most jobs start then and live it up. You finally have a shot at experiencing the life you should have always had, just enjoy it for a day or two.”
“This isn’t the life I want, Dean.”
“C’mon, Sammy. If…” Dean sighed then continued. “Just do it, for me. Be Jared for a day, pretend it’s for a job. Enjoy yourself for one night, skip the research and go fuck the hell out of your wife.”
“Let me guess, that’s what you’ve been doing since you figured out fake Cas was your boyfriend.”
Dean knew Sam was never going to let him here the end of it and since Dean knew he was going to try to be with Cas and Sam would know right away when he did, he figured it was time to stop hiding it. “Damn straight.”
“You sure you know what straight is anymore?”
Dean hung up on Sam, he had way more important things to do than argue with his brother. Dean ran back upstairs and into the bedroom. Misha was reading through a script for the show they would be shooting that afternoon.
Dean knelt on the bed and crawled up toward Misha, straddling his hips. Misha put down the stack of papers and grinned. He wrapped his arms around Dean and pulled him so he was lying on top of him. Dean crushed his lips to Misha’s, kissing him hungrily as he thrust against his growing erection.
Misha pushed Dean back and climbed over him, grinding against his cock as he kissed greedily into his mouth. Dean closed his eyes and moaned as Misha thrust roughly against him. He had never had anyone be so aggressive with him, he loved it and hoped Cas would eventually get to this point because he thought it would be so damn hot.
Dean’s hands cupped Misha’s ass cheeks and squeezed them firmly. Misha was sucking down on Dean’s nipples, he bit down on them hard in response. Dean grunted and thrust against Misha’s erection as Misha’s teeth sunk into his nipple and his finger pinched the other one hard. Misha was still open from when they had sex earlier so he gradually sunk down on Dean’s cock as he continued to tweak his nipples.
“Fuck,” Dean bit down on his lip and thrust into the amazing tight heat, groaning when Misha held his hips firmly and slowly pulled himself up then slammed down hard on to his lap.
Misha grinned and repeated the motion, slamming down even harder as his teeth tore into Dean’s nipple. He felt Dean writhing around under him and leaned up and sucked down on his neck as he continued to pinch his swollen nipples.
“You like it when I take over and ride you, don’t you, Jen?”
Misha started bouncing around, snapping his hips sharply as he thrust harder each time. Dean grunted and nodded his head as Misha sucked down on his neck.
“Goddamn,” Dean paused and groaned as Misha rolled his hips and bit down on his shoulder. “Fucking love it.”
As Misha let go of Dean’s hips, Dean thrust into Misha hard, slamming into his prostate. Misha’s mouth fell open, he propped his hands onto Dean’s chest and circled his hips then pushed himself down harder.
“Hittin’ that sweet spot just right, huh?”
When Misha nodded his head hard, Dean grabbed his hips and started thrusting into him faster. Misha threw his head back and groaned, rolling his hips as Dean pummeled into him as hard as he could.
“Jesus, Jen! Fuck!” Misha yelled out his name, his entire body shuddering. “Fuck, I already feel like I’m gonna come.”
Dean tightened his grip on Misha and pushed him back, kneeling up as he shoved his thighs up and started rocking his hips, pounding into Misha.
“Mm yeah, so hot when you’re about to come.”
Misha nodded, digging his fingers into Dean’s shoulders. He felt his stomach tighten, and an orgasm quickly building in his spine. Dean’s hand circled around Misha’s cock but he slapped it away.
“Make me come on your cock only. Feels so fucking good.”
Dean tightened his grip on Misha’s thighs and shoved them up until he was practically bending him in half. Misha pulled his legs behind his head, Dean forgot he was so flexible. It was one of the hottest things he had ever seen in his life. He grabbed onto the headboard and slammed into Misha, continually drilling into his prostate. Dean could feel him getting tighter, he groaned at the pleasureful squeeze of Misha’s ass hugged tightly around his cock.
Misha’s eyes slammed shut, his back arched high off the bed as he started coming. Dean continued to pummel into him full force, his thrust becoming more frantic as Misha’s ass clamped down on him like a vice. Dean felt pleasure coursing through every inch of his body and it felt like he was milking the come right out of him.
Dean thrust erratically as he rode out his orgasm, relishing the feeling of being buried deep inside of Misha’s tight heat. Dean carefully pulled out then helped Misha pull his legs back down.
Dean laid on his back, closing his eyes. He felt Misha lie across him and wrap his arm around him. Misha put his head on Dean’s shoulder as he traced his finger up and down Dean’s muscular chest and abdomen.
“You’re so fucking hot.”
“Shit, you are, and I love that you’re so fucking kinky.”
“Yeah, me too. What I mean is…you’re gorgeous, sexy, and fucking perfect.”
Dean kissed the top of Misha’s head. “The first time I saw you…I had never really been that attracted to anyone before. But you…fuck, you’re all those things too.”
“I love you, Jen.”
Dean leaned down and kissed Misha. He felt incredibly guilty that he was pretending to be Jensen, especially since they seemed to really be in love. He knew Misha could tell something was off but he couldn’t tell him right now because he had no idea if there something could happen to him or Sam if anyone found out who they really were. Then there was the fact he would sound completely insane and Dean did not feel like being drug to the mental ward.
“Love you too.”
“You okay?”
“Mmm hmm,” Dean responded as he slowly ghosted his fingers down Misha’s back. He couldn’t stop thinking about how badly he wanted his life to be like this. He didn’t care about having a house or a high paying job, he just wanted to be with Cas because nothing else mattered to him. He never pictured himself wanting to spend his life with one person but seeing what it could be like that day with Misha had him wanting to figure out a way for him and Cas to be together.
Misha pushed against Dean’s chest and sat up. Dean opened his eyes and looked into Misha’s beautiful blue eyes.
“Something’s bothering you.”
Dean kissed Misha and pulled him back down. “I’ve never been happier than I am right now. Just get some sleep, you look tired as hell.”
“You sure it’s not because I said I love you?”
Dean glanced down at Misha, he was looking up at him with his eyes scrunched like Cas always did when he wasn’t sure about something. Dean really wanted to tell Misha the truth but Sam was probably right, there was no way in hell he would believe him. He also didn’t want to screw up whatever Jensen and Misha had because whenever he got back to his own universe he would hope Jensen wasn’t screwing his life up so he had to do his best to be convincing as Jensen.
“Why would that bother me?”
Misha traced his finger across Dean’s chest as he replied in a low voice, “Because we’ve never actually said it to each other until earlier.”
Dean was surprised they hadn’t because he could tell the instant he met Misha that he was totally in love with Jensen and he was positive Jensen felt the same way because they seemed to be a lot alike and if Dean wasn’t already in love with Cas he could see himself falling for Misha in an instant. Jensen must be more like him than he first thought, he obviously hid his feelings and emotions just as much. Dean bit his lip, he wanted to tell him the truth even more now but he was too far into it now so he would just answer Misha the way he would answer Cas if he was saying the same thing to him, it would be good practice for when he got back because he planned on telling Cas how he felt the second he saw him.
Dean pulled Misha up so he was lying next to him. Dean leaned in and kissed Misha then pulled back and leaned his forehead against his. “I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you. I just knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you and that I wanted you to be mine. I love you, C…Misha.”
Misha crushed his lips to Dean’s, climbing on top of him as he continued kissing him with more intensity then pulled back breathless. “Me too…I love you, Jen. I know that you don’t…talk about things so that was hard for you to admit. While we’re admitting things…I-I want to know something…”
Dean slid his hand up Misha’s back, praying that it was something he could bullshit his way through.
“Yeah?”
Misha took a slow deep breath and bit down on his lip. He glanced up at Dean with his gorgeous blue eyes and Dean sucked in a breath. He was so damn hot, Dean wondered how he had hidden his feelings for Cas for so long and not gone completely insane.
“Do you ever want to…to um, you know…”
Dean waited a few seconds, when Misha didn’t continue he ran his hand down Misha’s back and squeezed his ass.
“Tell me.”
“Get um…married?”
Dean blinked in surprise, he wasn’t expecting him to say it but quickly recovered. “Of course I’d want that…told you I want to be with you the rest of my life.” Dean leaned in and paused as his lips brushed against Misha’s. “Wait…you want me to purpose to you all crazy and shit, don’t you?”
Misha blushed then pressed his lips to Dean’s. He felt Dean’s lips curve into a smile and pulled back to look at him.
Dean kissed Misha hard, rolling them around so Misha was on his back. He grinned as he straddled his hips. “That’s a yes…I want to do it when you least expect it. But since you got to ask me something, I get to ask you something.”
“What?”
Dean smiled seductively as he thrust against Misha’s dick. “You have a crush on Dean, don’t you?”
When Misha’s face flushed a deep red, Dean grinned. He leaned forward and kissed Misha passionately as he thrust against him harder. As he continued to rock his hips he kissed down his jaw, when he got to his neck he slid his tongue up behind his ear as he whispered, “That’s fucking hot. I love when you get into it, when you talk like Cas. I’m gonna ride your big fat cock then when you’re climaxing hard I’m gonna fuck the hell outta you. You want that…angel?”
Misha groaned and grabbed a fistful of Dean’s hair and thrust against him and answered him in a strained Cas voice, “Fuck yes, do it…Dean.”
Dean licked his lips and smiled at Misha seductively. “Tell me what about Dean turns you on.”
Misha’s face was getting redder. Dean slid his tongue up his neck and whispered, “C’mon angel, don’t be shy. I just wanna know.”
“Everything.”
Dean raised an eyebrow and smirked. He heard Misha suck in a breath as he continued.
“Like that…those dimples...fuck, they’re so damn sexy. I know that’s you and not just Dean…but when you play Dean, the way your voice is deeper. The way you kind of drawl when you talk, and…”
Dean traced a finger down Misha’s face, brushing his lips just barely over his. “Yeah?”
Misha pulled Dean closer and tried kissing him but he pulled away and smirked. “I love that Dean’s…he’s just…”
“Tell me.”
“Fucking sexy. He’s a badass and just…fuck you make him seem so real. Don’t get me wrong, I love you and am attracted to you more but it’s like Dean’s a part of you and he’s the crazy sexy part of you…”
Dean kissed Misha like he had been desperate for Dean to kiss him. He slid his tongue into his mouth and continued kissing him passionately then pulled back.
“I get it…it’s the same with Cas. You’re fucking crazy sexy but Cas is like, the other side of you. His voice…fuck, it goes right through me. Makes me so fucking hard. The faces you make…damn.”
“What faces?”
Dean kissed Misha’s forehead and grinned. “That right there. Tilting your head and when you make that sexy confused as hell look. One more question…”
“What?”
“Do you think Cas loves Dean?”
“What do you mean?”
Dean sighed and shook his head. “Nevermind. That was a stupid question, let’s get back to where we left off…”
“It’s not a stupid question, Jen. Just…tell me what you mean.”
“I dunno…you’ve been Cas for over two years, and I’ve been Dean for what feels like forever. It’s like they’re real, a part of us.”
“I get it, I’ve never connected with any character I played before, and at first I didn’t with Castiel…I was only supposed to be in like, eight episodes or something but you and I had this amazing chemistry right away.”
Misha paused then smiled. “I remember they told every one I was a demon or something, and I didn’t even meet you before we started filming. So the first time I saw you in person, it was when I walked in the barn.”
“I remember that…I saw you and…shit, I can’t even explain it but I felt things I never felt before and…”
“Then after we wrapped for the night we were in your trailer and had the most amazing sex all night.”
Dean was speaking from the heart, practicing for when he told Cas how he felt. As Misha told him how Jensen hit on him the first time they met Dean thought to himself that Jensen was smart as hell. Dean held his feelings for Cas in and he couldn’t do it anymore. Even though Misha was not Cas, he felt like he helped him realize how stupid it was not to be with Cas, how he was missing out on all of the things he fantasized he could do with him.
“Remember how you got me in your trailer? You were like, ‘look, I’m not one to beat around the bush so I’m just gonna say it. I can’t explain it, you might think I’m crazy but I just…want to be with you.’ And…” Misha paused and kissed Dean. “And after we had sex you said you wanted me to be yours, and I have been ever since.”
Dean wasn’t even sure how to respond, but before he had a chance, Misha continued.
“But anyway, back to your question. I do feel like Dean and Cas are a part of us. I always have I just never thought you felt that way. Maybe I did but in some ways you really are like Dean. Besides the hot sexiness, you’re sarcastic, funny, amazing but you never really share your feelings. I honestly think Dean and Cas are in love, but Dean spent his entire life being selfless, from raising his brother to fighting monsters and saving people. He never lets many people in his life, but as bad as he wants to be with Cas, he’s too afraid to make a move then lose him. He lost so much and scarified everything and he deserves to be happy more than anyone. Cas is just clueless, he loves Dean the same way but doesn’t understand his feelings because being an angel he never felt emotions or love.”
Dean was stunned, it was like Misha read his mind. The episodes were exactly like his and Sam’s lives. He was just asking to see what Misha said but it was just another reason why he needed to just go for it. Sam had been right, everyone seemed to know that he and Cas wanted to be together except for them.
Misha kissed Dean and smiled. “It’s funny because a majority of the fans want Dean to be with Cas. They all can see they love each other and it’s like everyone knows they love each other, except for them.”
Dean wanted to tell Misha the truth. He really didn’t see how it could result in anything bad. But then Dean started thinking that he might be upset that Dean pretended to be Jensen. He decided not to say anything, he would have to find a way to track the real Jared and Jensen down before they figured out a way to get back so they could talk and maybe even figure out a way for no one to find out about any of it. So Dean took a deep breath and went back to being Jensen.
“You said the first time you saw me in person was that day in the barn…so you were stalking me before that?”
Misha felt his face burning. He bit down on his lip then took a deep breath. “I watched the entire series a few days before we filmed, so I would know the background. Ever since the first time I saw you, the scene where you go to Stanford and are in Sam and Jess’s apartment and you are wrestling around with Sam…I was like, fuck, he is so damn hot. So I watched every episode then um…looked you up online.”
“Damn.” Dean grinned and pulled Misha into a kiss. “So who’s better in bed, me or Dean?”
Misha slid his tongue across his lips and smirked. “I can’t decide…I guess you’ll have to do me as Jensen then as Dean if you want to find out.
Dean grinned as he shoved Misha down and kissed him. He would worry about what to do when he met up with Sam on set. For now he was just going play his role as Misha’s boyfriend, and let whatever happens happen. He had a feeling once it all played out it was going to end up good for once in his life.