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Age Sixteen -
"What do you mean that you're not straight?" Jensen asked, staring at his best friend in shock. Misha merely laughed at him and flopped onto his bed and Jensen absolutely didn't look at the way that his t-shirt was clinging to his back.
"I'm not straight," Misha repeated, sitting up on the bed a little bit. "Pansexual is the right word, I think, but hey, if it helps, think of it this way." He bounced up and sat down on the edge of the bed, grabbing Jensen's hands to tug him a little bit closer. "I'm as straight as a bendy straw. I can be straight sometimes. Other times, you can damn near put a loop in me."
Jensen burst out laughing, even though his heart was aching as Misha gave him a bright grin and flopped back onto the bed. "A bendy straw? Seriously Misha?"
"Hey, it's a good analogy!" Misha said, lifting a finger in protest. "Don't diss it."
Jensen flopped down on the bed next to him. "Yeah, yeah," he said, smiling over at Misha. "You'll find some guy or girl who is going to make you stupidly happy. Would have sucked if there was a guy out there who was your soulmate who didn't want to admit that they wanted you."
Misha scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Come on now, Jen, everyone wants me, and that is a simple fact of life!"
Jensen snickered and gave Misha a shove, moving him over on the bed so he had room to stretch out. "How did you know?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Misha.
Misha shrugged. "I stare at guy’s butts just as often as girls. That was a bit of a clue. I blame your football practices."
"Do you stare at my butt?" Jensen asked, looking over at Misha.
Misha smirked, waggling his eyebrows. "Of course I do, you have the prettiest butt of them all."
Jensen choked and stared at Misha with wide eyes until Misha dissolved into laughter, laughing so hard that he was holding his sides. He bit down on his lip and told himself that Misha had just been joking, that of course Misha wasn't staring at his butt.
Even if he kinda wanted Misha to, a little bit.
~!~
Age Five -
"Mom?" Misha asked, tugging on his Mom's skirt. "Are you and Daddy soulmates?"
She smiled and knelt down, brushing her fingers through his hair. He still hadn't lost all of his baby fat, but he was the most adorable little boy that she would ever see. "Yeah, baby, we are. Why?"
Misha bit down on his lip and looked up at her. "Because I think I found mine," he whispered, holding tightly onto her dress.
Her eyes widened and she knelt down to look at him, at the way his cheeks were bright pink and she smiled. "Did you? Are they nice?"
Misha nodded. "He's the best. He beat up the bullies who were picking on me today. Can he come over tomorrow?"
Rebecca’s smile widened. "Absolutely. That sounds like the right kind of boy to come home with you. I'd love to meet him. What's his name?"
"Jensen A-Ackles, but don't call him Jenny," Misha said, looking up at her. "Jen is okay though. I call him that."
She grinned and ruffled his hair. "All right, how about you ask him if he can come over the day after tomorrow and he'll ask his Mom?"
"He's asking his Mom today," Misha said, biting down on his lip. "He doesn't live far! Just over on, on, Grant street!"
She raised an eyebrow and smiled. "That's only three blocks."
"I know!" Misha said, smiling at her. "We walk six blocks to the library, so Jensen is closer than the library, which means I can visit him on weekends!"
Rebecca laughed and smiled at him again. "We'll see how the first visit goes and then you can figure out what you're going to do on weekends, okay?"
Misha nodded eagerly. "Will you bake your cookies?"
"My, my aren't you demanding. I'll see what I can do about cookies before tomorrow, but you have to get your homework done," she said, urging him into the living room.
Misha ran and grabbed his backpack and pulled out his homework, putting it on the table so he could get started on it.
Rebecca smiled at him from the doorway when the phone rang. She picked it up, still watching Misha as he stuck his tongue out, working through the problems. "Hello?"
"Hello, this is Donna Ackles."
Rebecca relaxed and leaned back against the wall. "So I hear that Jensen rescued Misha on the playground today. Is he all right?"
"He's fine, he's got a few bruises, but his big brother couldn't be more proud of him if he tried," Donna said, smiling. "Are you all right with Jensen coming over tomorrow? I can drop both of the boys off after school if you want."
"That would be great. Do you want me to have him home in time for dinner? Around six?"
Donna laughed. "If you aren't ready to throw them both out before then, that would be perfect."
Rebecca laughed. "I'm sure that I'll be fine. Is Jensen all right with coming over?"
"He gave me his best pout, which he only reserves for the really important things, so I would say he is more than fine with coming over," Donna said, looking at where her son was doing homework on the table.
"Excellent, then I'll see you tomorrow," Rebecca said, leaning against the wall.
"Sounds good," Donna agreed.
Rebecca hummed and checked the cabinets. It looked like they had everything that they needed. She started pulling the ingredients out, piece by piece and started dinner as well.
When Misha came in later, and settled at the table, giving her a plaintive look, Rebecca smiled and tried to ignore him until she pulled the cookies out of the oven. The gasp behind her had her giggling as she put the cookies on the stove to cool.
"Mom, is-"
"Yes, Jensen is coming over tomorrow. Donna is going to pick the both of you up from school and bring you here," Rebecca said, smiling at her son when he gave a whoop for joy and catapulted himself out of the chair to hug her legs.
"Thank you, thank you thank you!" Misha said, hugging his Mom even tighter than before.
~!~
The next day, Rebecca had to admit that she was a little excited to see this friend (and supposed soulmate) of Misha's. She made sure that she was waiting out in the front when a silver car she didn't recognize pulled into the driveway. Both of the boys immediately tumbled out of the backseat and she laughed, watching as they ran past her and into the house, Misha talking a mile a minute.
She headed over to the car and smiled at the woman in the front seat. "I'm sorry, he talks a lot when he's excited."
"It's more than fine. I don't think I've seen Jensen laugh that much in a long time," Donna said, stepping out of her car, holding out her hand. "Donna Ackles, it's a pleasure to meet you."
Rebecca shook her hand firmly and returned the introduction and glanced back to the house. "I should make sure that they aren't destroying things, or ruining their dinner with the cookies I made."
Donna laughed. "Sounds good. I'll see you in a few hours."
Rebecca waved and headed into the house, only to see Misha and Jensen in the living room, their homework spread out in front of them. She raised an eyebrow. "You boys can wait to do homework later," she said.
Misha shook his head. "Nope! Jen needed help and I promised him that I was going to help!"
Rebecca smiled at both of the boys and nodded. "All right, you two have fun. You can each have two cookies when you are ready for a snack."
Misha gave her a wide grin and immediately turned back to his friend. Rebecca headed into the kitchen and watched them from the small window, chuckling at the sight of them, heads together, whispering non-stop.
"See, I told you my Mom would have cookies, she always has cookies when we have company," Misha whispered, grinning at Jensen.
"Lucky, my Mom says cookies are only special occasions," Jensen said, looking down at their science.
Misha leaned over and pressed a kiss to Jensen's cheek. "Well, you are the specialist of occasions, so of course we should have cookies."
Rebecca watched Jensen turn a dark red, staring at Misha in surprise and she couldn't help covering her mouth as she giggled, because that had been the most adorable thing.
"I don't think my Mom will agree," Jensen said dubiously, rubbing his cheek. "Boys don't kiss boys," he added, looking at Misha.
Misha blinked in confusion and turned to look at Jensen. "Of course they do silly. Matt has two Dads and they kiss all of the time. Boys can kiss whoever they want as look as the other person wants to."
Rebecca chewed on her lip and watched Jensen carefully, hoping that this wouldn't ruin the friendship between each of the boys already. She and Richard had been very firm in teaching Misha how important it was to love whomever you wanted, and that it was their choice, but not all parents taught their kids that way.
"Oh," Jensen said, shrugging. "Okay. Cool." He leaned up and kissed Misha on the cheek. "There, now we're even. How do you do this math problem?"
"Oh! I know this one!" Misha said, taking the pencil from Jensen and erasing the notes that he had made. "See, you gotta..."
Rebecca stepped back into the kitchen, smiling to herself. It looked like the two of them would get along just fine together.
~!~
Five forty five came far too soon, and both of the boys were playing go fish when Rebecca came in to interrupt them. "Time to take Jensen back home."
"Awwwwww," Misha whined, looking up at his Mom. "Does he have to?"
She smiled and knelt down. "Yeah, he needs to be home for dinner. But how about you come walk with us and I'll take you both with me."
"Okay!" Misha said, jumping to his feet.
"Go put your shoes on, both of you, then pack up your backpacks, okay?" she urged, gesturing towards the doorway. Both the boys hurriedly yanked their sneakers on and then grabbed their backpacks. She checked to make sure that they hadn't forgotten anything and followed them outside.
"Mom?" Misha asked, looking up at her. "Can I hold Jensen's hand instead of us both holding yours?"
"Yes," Rebecca agreed, watching as Misha immediately shifted to Jensen's other side and grabbed his free hand. She smiled and started them down the sidewalk. They arrived at Jensen's house at six and she smiled at Donna as she opened the door.
Misha waved goodbye and smiled up at his Mom as they walked home, skipping down the sidewalk. "Isn't he the best Mommy? He even let me have his second cookie because I like your cookies so much!"
Rebecca smiled and watched her son almost dance down the sidewalk. "Yes, he seems like a very nice boy. I'm glad that you like him Misha. Do you think you'll want to go over and play with him sometimes?"
Misha froze and stared up at her with wide eyes. "But what if they don't like me?"
Rebecca leaned down and scoped her baby into her arms and gave him a tight squeeze, tickling him as she walked. "I don't know how anyone couldn't love you, darling."
He squirmed and gasped and laughed, trying to get away from her until she put him down and smiled as he ran the rest of the way down the block and waited for her by the crosswalk. "See? I know that Jensen's Mom and Dad will like you just as much. So don't worry, okay?"
Misha nodded and smiled at her. "Okay, I'll try not to!"