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14 January 2015 @ 04:54 pm
Fic: Never Again, My Friend - G, Jensen, Misha, Angst, Drabble, Hurt/Comfort  
Just a little something I wrote back when, minutes after the Supernatural episode, Dark Side Of The Moon, aired.


Title: Never Again, My Friend
Author: dodger_sister
Fandom: CW RPS
Category: Angst, Drabble, Episode Related, Hurt/Comfort
Characters/Pairing: Jensen Ackles & Misha Collins
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Spoilers: 5.16 ‘Dark Side of the Moon’
Summary: After filming the last scene of “Dark Side of the Moon”, Jensen breaks down in his trailer. Misha finds him.
Word Count: 224 words.
Date Written: 04/01/2010
Disclaimer: Supernatural is Eric Kripke’s and the CW’s. Jensen and Misha are their own men. This story is all mine. I make no money off of this and that makes me sad.
Feedback: Bring it. dodger_sister / TheArtofDodger@comcast.net
Beta’d: Nope.
Author's Notes: I needed some cathartic release after watching the end of “Dark Side of the Moon”. I wrote this story literally minutes after the episode ended. I thought that scene was bad, but I had no idea what was in store for Dean and Castiel in episodes to come.




He’d been in his trailer for three minutes when the knock on the door came. Jensen hadn’t even managed to make a sound yet, the tears had come fast and hard, too wracking for him to even get noise out past the lump in his chest.

He’d never been hit with such force watching someone else do a scene like that in his life.

Never.

He couldn’t make the tears stop, couldn’t make his voice work. So Jensen just sat there, on his couch in his trailer, arms resting on his legs, palms spread across his cheeks, the tears flowing down and around his fingers.

The knock came again.

Jensen took in three deep breaths, just as the door to his trailer opened and Misha stepped inside.

Jensen found his voice then.

Misha.”

He was across the room , without thinking, shaking and unsteady, pulling Misha to him, arms coming around his friend’s shoulders, squeezing and desperate and clinging.

Jensen,” and Misha sounded as tired and wrecked as Jensen felt.

Misha’s arms came around Jensen’s back, slid up, palms flat.

They were still in costume, still covered in the sweat that came from working under set lights, still deep in their character’s rough and raw voices.

And they still held onto to each other tight.

Because Dean and Castiel were never going to again.


The End
 
 
 
Emma Rose (Emily): glassesemmatheslayer on January 15th, 2015 06:59 am (UTC)
I liked this. A lot.
dodger_sister: angstdodger_sister on January 18th, 2015 07:11 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you so much! :)
Emma Rose (Emily)emmatheslayer on January 19th, 2015 04:30 am (UTC)
Your welcome