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14 March 2011 @ 11:18 pm
Grooming and the Zen of Misha Maintenance  
Title: Grooming and the Zen of Misha Maintenance
Rating: PG
Pairing: Jensen/Misha
Word Count 942
Summary: Ridiculous clothes-straightening fluff. I blame Paley.
A/N: Thank you to qthelights for graciously supplanting RIDICULOUS with ADORABLE.

The first time it happens, he's not even thinking.

There's a flash in the corner of his eye, white against heather grey, Misha shrugging out of his rumpled trench and into a hoodie to ward off the cold.

It's late October and Jensen sure as hell isn't thinking when he stretches behind Jared's ridiculously broad back to tuck in that tiny flapping tag.

He just does.

Misha palms the back of his neck, fingers restless as they trace the line of his jaw the way they only get when he's uncomfortable but trying not to be. He smiles, lips tugged tight at the corners and eyes hooded, then mouths a "Thanks" that pulls a laugh from Jensen's lungs.

Bob glares at him.

Jensen doesn't care.


The second time, he’s tipsy and feeling good - as convenient an excuse as any for not thinking.

Except that under the heady fog of Glennfidditch and a primo Cuban, he is.

Misha passed drunk six exits back and now he’s slumped across the table, chin propped precariously in the curve of his hands, his fingertips tapping more or less rhythmically against his cheeks. Jensen couldn’t say when he’d begun to understand the conversation caught in those slender stalks of tendon and bone, but now he’s able to translate every last one of their subtleties.

So yes, this time he knows what he’s doing when he does it, lingering longer than he probably has to when he smooths one of the wayward peaks of Misha’s obnoxious shirt back down.

This time, Misha’s smile blooms, gummy and unguarded, tongue peeking out between his teeth when he licks his lips to speak. Jensen loses the words in the squeak of wood against wood as Jared flops in the chair to his right and three fresh tumblers hit the tabletop.

Which is fine, because he’s not thinking about it.


The third time, Jensen’s the one blitzed beyond recognition, judiciously spiked eggnog on his breath and Christmas tinsel strung in his hair. The world’s a blurry band of swirling color and sound, rainbow fairy lights flung in a wide whirling arc, a hurricane whose serene center is spun of rough brown tweed, bright blue eyes, and leather elbow patches.

When he tugs at Misha’s sleeves and calls him Professor Collins, Misha levers a shoulder under his arm and aims them for an overstuffed couch in the corner.

In the morning, once the pounding in his skull recedes enough to leave room for coherent thought, Jensen thinks he remembers drooling on Misha’s ridiculous Rudolph T-shirt, the one with the bright, blinking red nose.


The fourth time, he is thinking - possessed of all of his meager faculties and completely, unfortunately present.

He’s also on camera and Misha’s not Misha beyond the fact they ruin six takes because he refuses to stand still.

Jensen nearly strangles him before they get the footage because every time he buttons that button and straightens that fucking tie, he catches a burn in his belly, feels the scrape of Misha’s stubble against his knuckles way down deep.


The fifth time Jensen would like to call an accident.

It isn’t.

He’s spent most of the day throwing himself against a wall with his hands fisted in the front of Castiel’s trenchcoat. His head’s pounding, nerves worn thin by too much so-close-but-no-cigar.

It’s no accident he misses Misha’s knock, the patter of water against the bottom of the sink enough to drown it out from the other end of the trailer. He’s trying to splash the day off his face, the back of his neck, but it’s only halfway working.

It’s also no accident that after he swipes that scrap of dark blue terrycloth across his eyes, Misha’s standing there in street clothes, no explanation, no hint of one forthcoming. His sweater’s turned inside out and there’s a tuft of dark hair flipped up above his eyebrow.

And Jensen can’t.

Misha lets him strip off the stupid sweater, limbs loose and liquid if not entirely helpful. He doesn’t protest, doesn’t say a word even though his eyes twinkle with a thousand different possible meanings. Jensen crushes the wool between his fingers, stares at the variegated green until it swims and twists, froths like the sea. Until Misha’s hands cover his own, the curl of his fingers an expression that even he can’t misconstrue.

They say, “took you long enough,” when Jensen reaches up to flatten the probably premeditated cowlick.

All he can do is concede the point.


Press lines are not his thing. He manages, sure. Flirtation is an art form he perfected long before he donned the Lothario mantle of Dean Winchester.

Jensen knows how to charm.

It’s just that in the press of flesh and flashes he feels more like a cardboard cutout of himself than a person. He’s gotten used to it.

His appointed babysitters are trying to corral him to the end of the line when there’s a flash out of the corner of his eye, white against grey, Misha’s collar so twisted across the back of his neck, Jensen wonders how it doesn’t bother him.

Maybe it does.

Maybe that’s the point.

He’s not even thinking when he does it. If he were, he might have to acknowledge the texture of the fine hairs at the nape of Misha’s neck, that he can still feel the way they prickle against his lips, that he can smell Misha on himself even if no one else can. So while he’s certain it’s appropriate, Jensen couldn’t begin to repeat what he’s said.

He’s too busy not thinking.
i want to huggle you (and your little dog, too): buttonblue_fjords on March 15th, 2011 05:08 am (UTC)
I'm supposed to be sleeping right now. But I'm glad I read this instead. There's some brilliant imagery here. And Misha's cowlick. Yes. I liked it. This is as coherent as I get at 1 in the morning.
once upon a kadiel krieger: CWRPS:JenMishaLookkriari on March 15th, 2011 10:19 am (UTC)
:) Thank you, bb. You're much more coherent than I am at 1AM. I still contend this is ridiculous but it is also an exercise in letting go. I usually edit the hell out of myself and this I wrote straight through.
Dom sits downmercury973 on March 15th, 2011 06:00 am (UTC)
*smishes both of them*
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 15th, 2011 10:20 am (UTC)
:) They are obscenely adorbs in this. I can't even take credit. Thank you for reading!
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once upon a kadiel krieger: CWRPS:JenMishaCropkriari on March 15th, 2011 10:21 am (UTC)
Thank you honey! It's not in what I'd consider my typical style, but as the point was to let go of my prose, I'm thrilled that you enjoyed.
Kevin Jonesmulder200 on March 15th, 2011 07:28 am (UTC)
Mm. This was delicious!
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 15th, 2011 10:22 am (UTC)
Thank you!
harper47harper47 on March 15th, 2011 09:27 am (UTC)
I love the fic view of Jensen and his slow burn to acceptance. Lovely, lyrical and mesmerizing as always.
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 15th, 2011 10:23 am (UTC)
Thank you so much, bb. I'm so glad it worked for you. Jensen can sometimes be dense :)
i'm a tiny bandaid?qthelights on March 15th, 2011 09:42 am (UTC)
Like I said, *adorable*!! :)
once upon a kadiel krieger: CWRPS:JenMishaBrotherskriari on March 15th, 2011 10:24 am (UTC)
And RIDICULOUS. I totally facepalmed as I hit post. This completely the opposite of what I intended to write around Paley.
i'm a tiny bandaid?qthelights on March 15th, 2011 10:30 am (UTC)
I don't care, it's adorable and I love it *cuddles it*
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 15th, 2011 10:35 am (UTC)
I know, bb. It's just so ridiculous and self-indulgent :) I've got plenty of angstypants stuff in the works. I deserve to write something sweet if I want to.
Nichyevil_knitter on March 15th, 2011 10:18 am (UTC)
So lovely. I enjoyed this very much. It made me sigh like the end of a Disney princess movie.
once upon a kadiel krieger: CWRPS:JenMishaBitablekriari on March 15th, 2011 10:31 am (UTC)
Thank you! :D It is ridiculous like a Disney princess movie, so I'd consider that a warranted reaction!
cassiopeia7: Jensen&Misha: smooch2cassiopeia7 on March 15th, 2011 11:44 am (UTC)
Grooming and the Zen of Misha Maintenance

Best. Title. Ever.

Jensen reaches up to flatten the probably premeditated cowlick.

Ha. That was DEFINITELY premeditated. This is Misha, after all. :)

Damn me for zonking out early last night and missing this. But such a beautiful way to begin my morning. Bravo, you. Bravo! &hearts&hearts&hearts
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 15th, 2011 01:17 pm (UTC)
It seems like my silly fics always have long titles. It made me laugh, so :)

Thank you! I don't know how I ended up with fluff, but there you go.
Xarixianxarixian on March 15th, 2011 02:24 pm (UTC)
Aww, this is so lovely (:

I was confused on one small point, however:
" he stretches behind Jared's ridiculously broad back to tuck in that tiny flapping tag."
Except then it's Misha who's palming the back of his neck and mouthing thanks. So I wondered if perhaps it was meant to be Misha's tag? Then again I haven't actually got out of bed yet so my mind's still confused with sleep fog.

This was completely adorable, wonderful fluff.

once upon a kadiel krieger: CWRPS:JenMishaCropkriari on March 15th, 2011 03:14 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much!

I do apologize for that, I never intended it to be confusing. It was just the way I pictured it in my head, Jared plopped down between them. The tag tucked was absolutely Misha's.

I don't know where it came from, tbqh. It's not my typical fare. But thank you!
Xarixianxarixian on March 16th, 2011 10:10 pm (UTC)
Ohhh, I get it now. Awesome :D
I need more fandoms like CKR needs more sexylove_jackianto on March 15th, 2011 02:51 pm (UTC)
Oh that was great.
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 15th, 2011 03:14 pm (UTC)
Thank you! Glad you enjoyed.
bballgirl3022bballgirl3022 on March 15th, 2011 06:17 pm (UTC)
This is wonderful and adorable :)
once upon a kadiel krieger: Actor:MishaCloseCropkriari on March 16th, 2011 12:49 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Linsey: Jensen/Mish: OTPpyjamagurl on March 15th, 2011 06:38 pm (UTC)
Awww! This is so sweet, I adore it! <33 ^____^

*happy, happy sigh*
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 16th, 2011 12:50 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! It's so ridiculous but I don't care!

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once upon a kadiel krieger: CWRPS:JenMishaKisskriari on March 16th, 2011 10:56 am (UTC)
Thanks so much!
Rachel Elisabethwritingpathways on March 17th, 2011 05:15 pm (UTC)
Love it!
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 17th, 2011 11:41 pm (UTC)
Thank you!
Ginaskimthesurface on March 17th, 2011 10:02 pm (UTC)
I'm glad you decide to just let it all flow out - it worked!
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on March 17th, 2011 11:42 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! Should have been working on my BB, but I'm glad the words are coming of late.
You're like Jesus in ballet shoes!ahavaelwilhouse on March 18th, 2011 07:38 am (UTC)
oh shit.

Woman, you will kill me.

I will die.

Happy St. P's. :)
once upon a kadiel krieger: Actor:MCKisskriari on March 19th, 2011 01:39 am (UTC)
Thanks? I think? :)

Happy St. P's to you too!
cottoncory on August 4th, 2012 06:12 am (UTC)
Ah, I love little things like this :D
"Misha Maintenance" is perfect. It should be a thing. A trope, even. With that exact wording.
once upon a kadiel kriegerkriari on August 5th, 2012 01:23 am (UTC)
It was just a quickie :)

Haha. Misha requires maintenance. And care-taking. :)