THE AMAZING FLYING WINCHESTERS

WOW: dance. 200 words.

Spoilers for 6.15 - French Mistake. AU Jensen isn't impressed with the writers' latest brainwave ...

Disclaimer: I don't own them - in this universe or in any other.

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"You're kidding me right?"

The latest writers' meeting had been progressing well and without incident until the powers that be had shared their latest flight of fancy with their two leads.

"You want Sam and Dean to go undercover at a haunted circus as trapeze artists?" Jensen glared across the table at his asshat co-star, who stared back at him with equal disdain.

"You want me to swing thirty feet in the air dressed like some spandex ballet dancing douchebag and put my life in," Jensen spluttered furiously, waving dismissively across the table at Jared; "his hands?"

Jared leapt to his feet, opening his mouth as if to counter the sleight but the director spoke up before anything could escalate.

"Well Jensen, I guess if you feel you can't trust Jared," he mused; "we could always rewrite it so that it's Dean and Castiel who go undercover, then we can use the new guy instead; whatsisname? Barista? Belisha? Ah, yeah -Misha!

Jensen's jaw dropped as he stared to the end of the table where Misha, the puny, wild haired little nerd sat oblivious to the altercation around him, tweeting his apparently adoring public.

Jensen sighed.

Jared it was then.

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