First part of the Jensen/Misha story I was talking about before:

It’s become a game for Jared—which doesn’t surprise Jensen, since everything becomes a game to Jared. Jared spends most of his time simply indulging his own amusement, and it is only to that end that he ever chose to indulge Jensen’s curiosity. Jensen himself sees it as a different sort of experience entirely—the kind of experience that a scholar takes pleasure in as he delves in and peels away the layers of the world to unveil its mysteries and slowly unfurl revelations that offer varying levels of satisfaction.

Jensen will admit that it is only the most amusing kind of satisfaction he derives from his keen interest in the mystery of Misha.

This game of theirs started out innocent—two friends trying to feel out the new guy. They only meant to see get to know Misha, or in Jared’s case to see how much impropriety he could withstand while filming. After Jared had realized that Misha could take nearly any amount of inappropriate, oft-uncomfortable groping and distraction, he fell into an easy friendship with Misha. And Jensen couldn’t begrudge the poor guy a saner version of the camaraderie he found with Jared, so he got along with Misha fairly well too.

By the end of the fourth season, Jensen had learned a lot about Misha. By the middle of the fifth, he had realized that he would always be learning. Misha had made it clear from the beginning that he was definably indefinable. Brilliant, talented, tactile, entertaining, witty, deceptive, diplomatic, and aside from Jared’s wild antics damn near unflappable—Misha had been fluid enough to fit the mold—or, more often, to break it—of any situation he entered. And that was just in the beginning. Jensen had since then expanded his list of Misha-traits to include infuriating, crazy, unnatural, and wow, sometimes not a little odd—minions, really?

Regardless, it’s been two years, and in that two years Jensen has come no closer to really figuring out his friend. Not for lack of trying, either. Between them, Jared and Jensen have come up with a list of quirks and foibles that would fill the pages of the dog-eared notebooks Misha uses to write poetry or prose or whatever-the-hell catches his fancy that day. They might have actually tried to write down these observations, but for an irrational fear that Misha would retaliate with something terrible if he ever discovered evidence of their strange little character study. Jared suggests often that they should write a book. He calls it The Thousand Faces of Misha whenever he brings it up, and the working title—under the moniker of Faces—becomes code to signal a new observation to be discussed.

Jensen likes the code word because once he thinks about it, it isn’t far off the mark. But he never thought about the reason he and Jared see so many sides of Misha, so many faces, until he sees them for what they truly are. Until he sees Misha’s mask slip out of place.

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