When Misha first sees them he's kind of blown away, because Jensen is not on set and yet he's within twenty feet of Jared, apparently by choice. Misha's in costume, fresh from an hour standing in strobe lights in front of a wall that will get CGI wing-shadows on it later, so when Jensen calls out "Cas," Misha hides his smirk and plays along. Jensen's in full Dean mode; Misha riffs on his lines for the episode until the laughter gets the better of him. He's not clear on how Jared managed to talk Jen into this, given that they don't, well, talk anymore, but he supposes they had to thaw eventually. As they're leaving, Misha throws Jensen a wink and licks his lips meaningfully. Jensen looks utterly panicked for a second, and hustles Jared away. Misha's kind of puzzled, but amused, and at least the joke's good for a tweet to his amigos.
By late that evening, he's less amused. It's not like they had any special plans, but Thursdays have been date night for a while now and he's frankly been looking forward to it all week. And while Jensen's apartment is nice, Misha's not in the mood for sitting in it alone. When ten rolls around and Jensen hasn't shown yet, Misha cracks and calls him.
It's half a ring short of going to voicemail when finally Jen picks up and says, "Hey, uh, Misha." It sounds for all the world like he's still in character.
Misha doesn't bother concealing that he's a little hurt. "Where are you, sweetheart?" he asks, with no preamble. "Been waiting since I got off set. What, did Singer decide to keep you late?"
There's a pause, and then a noise like someone covered Jensen's phone with a hand and yelled Son of a bitch!
That right there is where a wild thought hits him. Misha feels his eyes narrow. "Jen?" he says, keeping control of his voice, and…not-Jensen replies after a second, "Yeah. Um, I'm sorry, man, it's just S-Jared and I got to talking."
"Oh," Misha says. "Well, I don't want to keep you from him, it's great you guys are talking at least, but I was really hoping to see you after the last few weeks—you know, not at work." This is blatant bullshit; they've actually spent more time together than usual recently. So when not-Jensen answers, Misha feels a thrill of excitement. "Yeah, again, sorry about that," he says. "I'll finish up. Where are you?"
"I'm at home," Misha says sweetly, another test; he still has his own apartment, even if his stuff, like Jensen's, is about evenly split between his place and this one. "Oh," not-Jensen replies, flustered. Misha keeps any hint of his grin out of his voice, says, "See you when you get here," and hangs up before not-Jensen can reply.
