Jensen grumbled, padding his way to Jared's hotel room door and giving it three firm knocks.

"Morning dude, I'm nearly ready to go…" Jared said immediately as he opened the door to his friend, buttoning up his plaid shirt and heading back into the room, calling back to Jensen who remained in the doorway.

"…Can you just knock for Misha and see if he's ready?" Jared suggested, sitting on the end of his bed and putting on his shoes.

Jared noted the lack of response and risked a glance over at Jensen who was now inside the hotel room and leaning against the wall. Jared caught him rolling his eyes, arms crossed across his chest and a look on his face that clearly read 'Not-freakin-likely-I don't-give-a-shit'.

"DUDE, one thing I ask…I thought you were gonna try to be civil with Misha today?"

"Actually I said I'll TRY to be civil in front of the fans…since we're not downstairs and the con hasn't started yet, it isn't up for discussion." Jensen said calmly, throwing a cocky smirk in Jared's direction.

Jared gave Jensen his best Sam bitch face and sighed heavily, finishing tying his shoe lace before standing abruptly and pocketing his cell phone, grabbing the hotel key and proceeding to push past Jensen, heading out of his hotel room.

"You know what, don't do me any favours Jen…I'll knock for Misha shall I?"

Jensen snorted in annoyance, storming into the corridor after Jared and slamming the hotel room door shut behind him, striding off towards the elevators with a shake of his head.

"Do what you want, I don't care…see you at breakfast." Jensen muttered, leaving a pissed off Jared standing in the corridor alone.

He watched his co-star storm off with a roll of his eyes and turned to knock on Misha's door, only to notice it was already open with an equally pissed off looking Misha stood in the doorway.

"Hey dude, what's up?" Jared asked with caution, noting the look of fury on his friend's face.

Misha pulled out his cell phone and presented Jared with the all too familiar photograph he had taken of Misha and Jensen from the airplane journey.

"Care to explain this? And how the hell it ended up on my twitter page?" Misha said through gritted teeth.

Jared gulped loudly, shooting Misha his best puppy dog eyes and a sheepish grin.

"Really funny story dude…you're so gonna laugh when I tell you all about it." Jared rushed out, nervous laughter lacing his voice.

Misha glared at his friend, no laughter evident on his face and that's when Jared knew he was in deep shit.

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"Fuckin 40,000 re-tweets Jared." Misha exclaimed, throwing another glare at Jared as the exited the elevator into the hotel lobby.

"I know, I already said I'm sorry…dude it was just a joke, something to lighten the mood. You and Jensen do nothing but argue and it sucks for me too ya know!" Jared tried to explain with an exasperated sigh.

"Lighten the mood? Are you fucking kidding me Jay! The fandom is going NUTS on my twitter, when Jensen finds out about this he is going to lose his shit and it's going to make things ten times worse than they already are, so congrats!"

Jared stopped walking, causing Misha to stop beside him shaking his head furiously and rubbing his temple to ease the onset of a headache.

"Wait, what? Why does Jensen have to find out about this?" Jared asked in a fluster, his mind suddenly dwelling on Jensen's possible reaction to this entire 'joke' and the fact Jared may not live to see 30 years old once his onscreen brother finds out.

"You really think the fans are gonna keep quiet about this today? That they're NOT gonna bring it up in mine and Jensen's panel later this afternoon? Do you know this fandom at all!? This is my first convention, my first in person interaction with fans and even I am aware this whole thing is not going to just slip through the net, they're not going to let this go." Misha explained, his eyebrows rising to the heavens to get the message through to his co-star.

Jared swiped a hand across his face and took a deep breath.

"Shit."

"That doesn't begin to cover the epic amount of trouble you're gonna be in with Jensen once this gets out and you think my reaction is bad. I guess the only upside is for once…he can't blame me for this." Misha resigns with a sigh, heading towards the small breakfast room reserved for con guests and leaving Jared to trail behind, feeling as though he's about to attend his last supper.

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Jared and Misha joined Jensen at the breakfast table, much to Jensen's annoyance as he continued to eat his toast and they all ate in silence for the next ten minutes, nobody at the table willing to make small talk with each other.

Thankfully for Jared, Misha hadn't mentioned the twitter incident and it delayed his death penalty for a little longer, part of him hoping Misha would be wrong and the whole thing would just pass through without being brought up at the panels.

Not likely but a guy can hope, right?

Misha dropped his spoon a little too loudly on top of the table, breaking the silence and causing Jensen to glare in his direction, Misha rolled his eyes at the treatment and purposely made a point of picking the spoon up again, dropping it loudly into the ceramic cereal bowl with a clank, a satisfied smirk on his face when he seen Jensen jump slightly from the corner of his eye.

"Seriously?" Jensen exclaimed loudly, throwing his hands in the air and returning his glare.

"Yeah seriously, you seem to have a problem every fucking time I do the slightest little thing…I can't even breathe without you glaring at me these days and you know what, I'm sick of it." Misha growled through his teeth with a cold smirk aimed at his co-star.

"OK ENOUGH" Jared cried out, pushing his chair out and standing abruptly.

Both Misha and Jensen froze, looking up at Jared towering over their table with a look of frustration written all over his face, Jared's little outburst also drawing the attention from a couple of other tables nearby.

"I am seriously done, whatever this shit is between you both you need to realise it's not just affecting you guys, it's affecting me too and the rest of the cast, the guest stars, the crew…just everyone and you know what? We're all sick of your shit, so sort it out cause we have fans to meet today and the last thing we want to do is drag them into your crap as well."

Jared ranted at his friends before heading out of the breakfast room with a childlike stomp, leaving a stunned Jensen and Misha in his wake.

"Alright shows over" Jensen snapped at the nearby tables, causing them to avert their eyes from the situation quickly.

"He's right." Misha muttered, his now soft eyes trained on Jensen and a guilty look plastered across his face.

"Whatever, I say we just try and survive this weekend with as little damage as possible." Jensen mumbled in return, rising from his chair and swiping his cell phone from the table.

"You just heard what he said right? We're making everyone's lives a living hell…am I really so bad that we can't just get along, maybe if we just try to-…" Misha suggested meekly, trying his best to put 'their shit' aside and make amends despite his dislike for the guy, because truth be told he was fed up too.

"Look…I don't like you, I've never liked you and I'm not about to let that change because Jared feels a little uncomfortable. I respect the fans and I'm not gonna put them through this too, so I'll be civil in front of a crowd but once this weekend is over don't expect any niceties. We will NEVER be friends, you got that?" Jensen stated firmly, staring down directly into Misha's eyes to get the message across.

Misha shook his head in disbelief and stared right back at Jensen.

"Loud and clear"

Jensen nodded in response to his co-star's short hand answer, before turning on his heel and walking out of the room, leaving Misha to finish his breakfast alone.

Once Jensen made it out of the room, he let out a long breath of air that he didn't realise was being held inside and he could have sworn the stinging sensation behind his eyes was the onset of tears but he had no idea why.

Pushing any foreign feeling aside, Jensen took another deep breath before heading in the direction of the green room and preparing himself to embark on a very long and trying weekend.