Supernatural Gay Ship Oneshots

Quiet Unexpected (Jensen x Castiel)

Relationship Status: Strangers/Friends ???
Castiel P.O.V

I don't know where I am, how I got here. All I remember is Dean calling for me. 

I look around, not recognizing anything that tells me where I could possibly be. I see a bunch of trailers, and notice one of them open. A man hops out, closing the door behind him. I tilt my head confused. Why does he look like Dean? And why can't I see his soul?

The man notices me, and waves. "Hey, Misha! Good evening," he calls out, heading to me. He pulls me into a hug, patting my back. 

After a moment, he backs away, looking at me, a little confused. "Your quieter than usual. . . You alright, Misha?"

"My name is not Misha, it's Castiel."

"Haha, so we're getting into character, huh? Weird, you're not going to be in the next shoot though, remember?"

"I don't understand. . . Who are you?"

He looks at me, a little worried. "Are you alright, Mish? It's me Jensen. You know, your friend? Did you hit your head or something? I think you need some sleep."

This 'Jensen' takes my wrist and pulls me along, to one of the trailers. He pulled some keys out. "I suppose you lost your own keys, so it's a good thing you gave me your spares, right."

He fiddles with the lock before opening the door and pulling me inside. He puts me on the couch, and backs away staring at me. I look around. It's a small and confined space, especially with all the furniture, but it's quite nice. . .

Jensen grabs my face, making eye contact. He gives me a kiss on the forehead and says, "I'll be back after my shoot alright, Mish? Get some sleep."

I stare after Jensen, confused and surprised, as he leaves. I get up and look around; noticing a computer, I pick it up and go back to the couch, sitting back down and opening it. It doesn't require a password. . . weird. 

I decide to do what Sam would've done, and do some research. Starting with Misha and Jensen.

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"Hey, Mish! I'm back, wake up."

I open my eyes, and see Jensen looking at me. I blink a few times, sitting up.

After finding out some helpful intel, I felt tired, which I found a little weird. Angels don't sleep, and for some reason, I can't sense anything. Then I noticed Jensen sit down beside me.

"You alright, Misha? You were acting really weird earlier."

"Oh, I don't know. . . Guess I might've hit my head!" I decided to play along, making my voice a little higher and chuckling a little. Seeing as how I'm supposed to be 'Misha', I might as well act like it until I figure out how to get to Sam and Dean.

Jensen smiles, putting his arm around me and pulling me closer. "Good, I didn't know if you were trying to mess with me or actually hit your head. You kind of scared me for a second," he admits, planting a kiss on my head. I don't know why he's treating me like this, this isn't how friends act towards each other. I go along with it, putting my hand on his chest as he grabbed my leg, rubbing it with his thumb.

His hand on my shoulder slowly slides up to my neck, pulling my head onto his shoulder. For some reason, I feel calm and safe. How can a human I barely know make me feel like this? Is it because he looks like Dean? Or is it the way he's holding me?

I hear Jensen hum quietly as we sit there, saying nothing, doing nothing but. . . this is called cuddling right? 

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I hear a knock and both me and Jensen look up. I get up, hearing him huff angrily. Opening the door slightly, I peek out, and then fully open. "Yes?"

"Hey Misha, have you seen Jensen? He's supposed to be back at the scene for our shoot." It was Jared, another person I researched after noticing his name mentioned. He looks like Sam.

"Right here, Jared," Jensen stated, pulling me closer. Jared looks at us, taken aback. He then laughs and says, "Jensen, c'mon. Misha can come with to watch. Do you want to, Mish?"

I hesitate before nodding, and I hear Jensen sigh. He pats my back as both him and Jared leave, me following closely behind.

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"How were we, Mish? We did good that time, huh?"

I nod, smiling a little. "Yeah, you were great Jensen!"

He smiles, shyly, nodding. "Anyway, since we're most likely done for the day, how about we go back. But, um. . . Meet me there, I have to go to the bathroom right quick!" I nod as he quickly walks away.

I turn around, walking back to the trailer, but then stop. I feel like I'm being watched. I look around, but see no one. I shrug it off before walking again.

"Castiel."

I turn around, trying to figure out who said my name, wondering if they were from my world as well. Every one has been calling me Misha. I turn around again to see an unfamiliar face, directly in front of me.

"You don't belong here. I deeply apologize, for this is my fault. I will send you back." They raise up a hand and a bright light appears. I cover my face, closing my eyes.

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"Cas? Hey, man, get up!" 

I feel someone lightly slap me and I slowly open my eyes. Dean's face is the first thing I see. I rub my head, awfully confused and whispered, "Hi, Dean. . ."

Dean grabs my shoulder, "Hey, hey. You left without warning. Where the hell were you? We've been trying to call you all day. What happened?"

I take a deep breath, thinking hard, but to my confusion, "I-I don't remember. . ."

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964 word count

A.N. - I don't know why, but it kind of felt wrong to write something like this. But then I remind myself that this is just a story and will not affect the real people in this story in any way. I hope. So, I'll possibly make more of these. Also, remember you are free to request ships and aus in the request chapter.

Anyway, I hope you have a good day/night and stay safe!