Dean and Cas
Commission for Jessi
In my culture, we believe that when you die your spirit has to climb a mountain carrying the souls of everyone you wronged in your lifetime. Imagine the weight I will have to lift. The monsters I created, the people they killed. Can you see now why I fear death?
Merlin was a happy, funny show about a stupid sorcerer and his stupid king running around camelot defeating stupid monsters with their stupid love and everything was laughs and jokes about the stupid magical monsters and puns about the knights and it never made me cry no not once
Misha is in the middle of filming a long, exhausting scene, and they’ve called for a short break to give everyone some time to regroup. Misha goes over to his director’s chair and collapses into it, hand propped up with his chin resting in it.
Jensen’s been wandering around set for the last little while, mostly keeping out of sight because he doesn’t want to distract him. When he sees Misha finally sit down, he makes his approach.
He wraps his hands around the muscular domes of his shoulders, and rubs up and down the columns of his arms. On every few strokes he pauses to give them a light squeeze.
Jensen leans forward, and presses a long kiss to the back of Misha’s head, taking in a deep breath of the spicy shampoo he likes to use. Continuing to rub and massage his arms and shoulders, he then kisses his way around to Misha’s neck, and especially the little spot behind his ear. Until he’s nibbling gently at the lobe, and they’re both giggling softly and whispering words of comfort and encouragement and gratitude back and forth.
Finally they call for everyone to return to their places. Jensen takes hold of Misha’s chin, and pulls him around so their lips can meet in a chaste but affectionate kiss. “Go get ‘em, babe,” he murmurs against his lips.
"Thank you," Misha says with a grin, leaning in for another quick peck after he’s stood up, and then turning to go and find his mark again.
"As a kid, I knew all of the dinosaurs. It’s one of those tragedies that I’ve forgotten what dinosaurs are cool." - Matt Smith
Studying for finals is like encountering the silence: the second you look away from the book you forgot what you just read