Requested by: Caren (Who also requested J2 so that'll be done sometime) xD
Throughout the day that the three cast members hang out, interviewing and speaking to fans, Jensen has noticed Misha's cold tone to everyone. He didn't know what it was about him but his looks or the way he spoke to everyone, it just read "I'm having a bad day, stop talking to me."
Usually, Misha welcomed everyone to speak to him and was overall a nice guy to everyone. He had a vibe that was comforting and almost angelic.
But, it seemed to Jensen like Misha had been recently keeping quiet during interviews and not participating in conversation. It really worried him, especially when he saw Jared noticing it too.
Both Jared and Jensen had been worrying about him for a while, and some of the other Supernatural cast members had begun to notice his lack of happiness.
So, when Jensen, Jared and Misha were finally alone, they wawasn't to ask if he was alright. They couldn't continue what they were doing if he was feeling bad- maybe he was sick.
"Don't worry guys, I'm fine. Let's just continue." Misha reassured them both, and tried walking past Jared, both of their shoulders hitting.
Before Misha could take anymore than a step, Jared turned and softly put a hand on Misha's shoulder, "Are you sure? You can tell us if it's just not your day and you're ready to leave."
Misha turned around slowly to look at then both with an 'are you serious?' face. They both just continued to look at him, anticipating him to say he's really sick or something.
"I said I'm fine, why the fuck are you asking me this?" Misha said with a tone that wanted to make them throw up.
"Wow dude, we were just asking, you don't need to go all freaky on us," Jared laughed with a big smile, and low eyebrows, Jensen could tell he was even more worried than before. They knew something was wrong with him, since his attitude seems to be really pissy. Almost like a child.
Jensen finally spoke up after putting his hand on Misha's shoulder and giving it a light squeeze, "If you're really okay, then just.. be a little more.. you."
"I am being me, you-" Misha was cut off by some fans seeing them and they began screaming. Jensen took notice to the happy fans as they ran at them and almost jumped on them. He immediately saw the hate in Misha's eyes and Jensen began to anticipate a groan of irritation from his childish friend.
But, instead of a groan, came a loud voice as he yelled at the fans, saying all sorts of profanities towards them that would probably get him kicked off of the Supernatural cast. Jared froze as he stared at Misha, and to be honest, he was horrified.
Jensen was immediately overcome by the feeling of control. The situation was way out of hand, and he needed to finally find out what was wrong with Misha.
He grabbed Misha's arm and dragged him away in another alley. Jensen looked back to see the hurt faces of their fans, and Jared trying to comfort them and tell them that Misha didn't mean it. He turned back toward the way he was going, feeling a slight resistance from Misha, but continuing. They were previously in a weird alley, and Jensen honestly wasn't sure how the fans found them, they were now in an even darker part of an alley. Probably a place even death wouldn't go to.
Jensen glanced at Misha's dimmed face, as the shadows softly came over them both, and saw his face was red, out of either anger or embarrassment, and he had a sour look on his face. Suddenly, the booming voice of Misha was back, even louder than before.
"Look here Jensen, I came here to enjoy some time with you guys, not be babysat and constantly asked if I'm 'alright'-" Misha was cut off by Jensen, "Misha you're-"
"'Misha, are you alright, you don't seem the same.' 'Oh Misha, if you need anything, go ahead and tell us.'" Misha said in a mocking voice, as if he were trying to impersonate someone who got on his nerves, and he wanted to make them sound as high pitched as ever.
"Oh and Misha-" Misha was cut off by a loud noise of something striking against another thing, and he froze. He was confused until he felt a sudden sting blossom on his right cheek. The hand hit so hard, there was probably a dark pink hand print tattooed on his ass. It could have been red, if not for his jeans giving protection.
He suddenly took both of his hands and covered his rear, carefully backing away. Misha was starting to get intimidated, but he was still irritated by Jensen, and even more irittated by the fact that his best friend just hit him as though he would a child.
The look on Jensen's face scared Misha, since he looked like a mad man. Let's just say Jensen seemed to be pretty damn pissed at Misha.
"What did you just do.." Misha said slowly and quietly, scared that if he made too much noise, Jensen would jump at him like an animal.
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I not get the message through? Well, let me try again." Jensen grabbed Misha's left arm and turned him left, then hit his left ass cheek. Misha jerked his best friend away, and turned to him.
"This is not a goddamn game Jensen, I'm not a kid, so stop hitting me like that." He spat at Jensen as he leaned in, to try to intimidate Jensen.
However, Jensen wasn't fazed whatsoever, and he grabbed Misha's arm, pulling him just behind. Misha could have easily gotten away- being violent. But he didn't want to hurt his friend since it wasn't his fault that Misha had a bad day. So, he just struggled, which made them both look like they were playing some stupid game. But, of course, Jensen was winning.
He leaned against the wall, facing Misha and kneeled, struggling to make Misha accept his fate as he still struggled.
Finally, he tugged him over both of his legs and put his arm around his waist tightly. Misha's face was only inches from the ground as he placed both of his hands in front of him to keep him from falling flat face on the cement. Jensen froze for a moment, confused on what he should do now. Something seemed off.
"Jensen, Misha? Where are-" Jensen stared at Jared's surprised face, his eyes going to Misha, and then to Jensen.
"What-" Jared was cut off, "Jared can you tell this sack of shit that he's being crazy?"
"I think that I've seen enough.." He slowly turned and walked the way he was previously going, "See you two later."
Misha began struggling again, "Jared, what the hell, come back!" But there was no response from the other as he continued walking out of the alley.
Jensen had his left arm around his waist and then he began spanking with his right hand.
"Jensen, stop it, this is-" Misha began to say, jerking away from Jensen's hand every time it landed.
"I understand if you're having a bad day Misha, but don't yell at our fans. They respect us, and so we respect them," Jensen said in a stern tone. He felt himself getting angrier the more he talked. Jensen was confused how their hang out day had come to this.
He continued to spank Misha who kept struggling to get away. The pain on his rear made him wriggle around and jerk away.
Misha succumbed to his anger and his hands that were previously holding him up, were now placed on his rear to protect it from the attack of Jensen. Jensen sighed and used the hand that was around Misha's waist to grab his wrists together and place them on his lower back tightly.
"Misha, why did you do that back there?" Jensen asked, and kept his right hand on Misha's rear while he waited for an answer.
He could hear Misha growl, "Shut up." Jensen hit the seat of his pants one last time before pulling down Misha's pants.
"Jensen you're going too far, I get it! Don't yell at the fans, I know!" Misha pleaded as he jumped around on Jensen's lap.
When he finally got Misha's pants and underwear down, he began spanking again. His rear was a dark pink, and he was surprised Misha wasn't yelling at him to stop. He just went limp and silent, staring at the ground with a petulant face.
Once Misha's rear was bright red, he finally heard him openly sobbing. It was a heartbreaking sound, and it made Jensen hesitate on continuing, but he didn't stop.
"I don't want to hear you acting this way to anyone ever again, got it?" Jensen said, slowing down his pace.
He saw Misha nod quickly, "I'm sorry.." Finally Jensen stopped and pulled up his underwear and jeans. "Get up." Jensen said gently, but it came out cold.
Misha got up and covered his eyes with a hand, still sobbing and walking away from Jensen.
Jensen turned Misha around and hugged him, and Misha hugged him tightly, crying into his shoulder. After a few minutes, Misha hiccuped and let go, immediately looking away from embarrassment. "Never again?" Misha asked quietly. Jensen nervously laughed, "Hope so."