Jared Padalecki, Otherwise Known as the Third Wheel

by middleishearth

There's trouble in paradise when Misha Collins comes to the set of Supernatural. Jared deals with jealousy and pseudo-middle child angst when Misha and Jensen become best of friends. Cute little oneshot. Rated T for language.

Much to Jensen's dismay, being taller than everyone else was kind of fun. "Shut up, bitch," he'd say to me every morning as I grinned at him from above, still half in character.

"I didn't say anything, jerk," I'd reply, and then he'd give me one of his little nods and we'd be on our separate ways.

Misha complicated everything. Not that I didn't like him, I mean, he was a great actor and all that, but it changed Jensen. Like, a lot. The "shut up, bitch" had stopped, and I felt like I was losing a friend.

Again, it was just work. Supernatural was just work. Misha was an object that could be left at work.

That's what I thought up until last Thursday.

"Hey, Padalecki!" Misha said to me, trying his hardest to clap a hand on my shoulder. It didn't really work, though, given he was four inches shorter than me. "How goes it?"

"It's Jared. And it could be better."

"Why? I'm loving this cast! I'm loving this show!"

"Yeah, okay, Misha," I said in reply. "If you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get a coffee or something."

His face lit up. "Really! Jensen and I were about to do the same thing!"

That did it for me. I don't care if Castiel was supposed to be on the show for another ten seasons, I couldn't bare him for another ten minutes. It was like Jensen and I were brothers, perfectly fine until little baby Misha came along.

Now, yeah, I admit that I kind of regret what came next.

Nah, actually I don't.

I pushed Misha over. In public. Right off-set. "Dude, Padalecki! What is with you today?!" he said, picking himself up from the gravel.

"Oh my god!" Jensen yelled, running over from hair and makeup. "Jared! What the hell is going on?!"

I took a step back, finally realizing what I'd just done. I'd pushed Misha Collins to the ground. And for what?

"Jared! Tell me, what has gotten into you?!"

I began to stutter something, but I couldn't finish my sentence. "I don't know, Jensen. I don't know."

"You better make damn sure you know, Jared! Assaulting people isn't funny!"

Misha drew himself to his full height. "Jensen, it's fine. It wasn't assault. I'm not bleeding or anything. Do you still want that coffee?"

Shooting a glare in my direction, Jensen nodded. "Yeah, sure, Misha. But Jared's coming with us. Him and I need to talk."

And there I was, the third wheel again.