Wrong Or Right (Jensen X Reader & Misha X Reader)

Married to Jensen

"But babe, what if they don't like me?" You asked, standing in your walk in closet in only your navy blue bra and underwear. You were scheduled to leave in thirty minutes, but you still needed to finish dressing and packing.

Jensen stood outside the closet, already dressed in a green Henley and dark jeans. You lost your train of thought as you stared at your husband of only a month. You still couldn't believe you had landed one of the most eligible bachelor's, the man who portrayed Dean Winchester so well. "Sweetheart, you know they will love you. They've been begging to meet you since we became engaged."

You chewed your knuckle, before grabbing a simple pair of skinny jeans and a light, flowing pink shirt. Throwing them on, you pulled out a pair of flats, slipping them onto your feet. "I know, but it's one thing wanting to meet me, and another to actually meet me." You said.

You were on your way to a Supernatural Convention, the first one you had ever been to. This one took place in Las Vegas, and Jensen was planning on having you meet the rest of the cast, before introducing you to the Supernatural fandom. You were petrified they wouldn't like you. They meant so much to Jensen, you needed them to accept you.

He grabbed your shoulders as you stepped out of the closet, placing a chaste kiss onto your forehead. "Knock it off. I won't have my amazing, beautiful wife this self conscious, and nervous. It will be fine, trust me. And Jared will be there too. You love Jared."

You sighed. You did love Jared, and he understood and helped with your shyness. "Fine. Let's get this show on the road." You told him.

Cliff was already parked outside. Jared and Jensen's personal bodyguard who went on these conventions with them, and drove them around. He gave you a big hug before opening the door for you. Once you were settled in, he turned to help Jensen pack the bags.

"Hey Y/N!" Jared's voice sounded from the front seat, and you jumped.

"Jared!" You scolded. "I didn't see you there."

"Sorry." He apologized, turning in his seat to face you. "You ready to meet the other family?"

You nodded, just as Jensen slid in next to you. Cliff turned the Suburban towards the airport, and Jensen grabbed your hand. "Relax."

The airport was crowded, and you clung to Jensen, as he waved at the various photographers. He and Jared paused for a moment, signing autographs, and you stood by Cliff, watching as your husband interacted with fans. You loved watching him like this, and in all truthfulness, you couldn't wait to see him in action at the convention.

When he was finished, he grabbed your hand, and you made it to your plane with just enough time to spare. You were squished in between Jared and Jensen, but you didn't mind, it made you feel safe.

"So what's going to happen when we get there?" You asked Jensen, trying to ignore Jared's snoring.

He tucked you into him, holding you tight. "We are gonna head to our motel, check in, then head on over to the convention. The concert is tonight, and I was planning on singing. So you will meet the other cast, then watch the concert from backstage."

You were excited to see the concert live. At your wedding Rob had sung a song for you, and you had fallen in love with his band. But you also couldn't wait to see Jensen in action. Many nights, while you were sitting in your living room, Jensen would mess around with his guitar, and end up singing you a song or two. And you absolutely loved it. "I can't wait." You told him, just as the captain announced your decent into Las Vegas.

If you had thought the Vancouver airport was horrible, this one was a million times worse. Tourists from every walk of life crowded the hallways, and you couldn't help but stare at some of the outfits people were wearing.

Jensen had your hand firmly grasped in his while Cliff and Jared followed behind, Cliff hauling the luggage cart. There was a Suburban waiting for you at the entrance, and you climbed in while the boys loaded the car.

Then you were off, traveling down the busy streets of Las Vrgas. You watched as Palm Trees flew by, buildings that were tall and unique catching your eye.

"Y/N, you ever been to Vegas before?" Jared asked you, and you shook your head.

"No, it was too far away. You told them. Growing up in (your home town), you had never had the chance to travel that much.

"We will come back. When we have time for just us." Jensen promised you, before you were being dropped off at the MGM.

Jared and Jensen went to check in, while you stared in awe. It was huge inside, full of slot machines, and other gambling games. You were so fascinated that you didn't even notice when the boys had returned.

"Okay. We have about thirty minutes here, then we need to head over." Jensen said, looking at his watch. The four of you piled into the elevator, pressing the button for floor twenty.

Your room was massive. A king sized bed was placed in the middle of the room, a couch and chairs towards the window, which featured a balcony. Ecerything was done in champagne tones, making it very rich and opulent looking. The bathroom held a jacuzzi tub, along with a marble shower and counter tops.

Placing your bags down on the bed, Jensen came and wrapped his arms around your waist, nuzzling his head into your neck as you stared outside at all the views. "What do you think?" He asked you. You leaned back as he started to press kisses against your bare skin, moaning. "I don't think I can ever get used to this."

He stopped, looking down at you, his eyes dark with lust. "You mean this?" He said, kissing you again. "Or this?" He asked, sweeping his hand to show the view in front of him.

"Both." You answered. "I can't believe we are really married, that I can call you mine. Kiss those plump lips whenever I want. But I also don't think I will ever get used to living in the type of houses we do, having someone drive us, having a motel room like this. Knowing woman throw themselves at you."

He went to answer you, but a knock on the door stopped him. "Jensen, we need to go." Cliff said. "Can we talk more later?" He asked, holding his hand out. You nodded, before following him out the door.

The Casino where the convention was being held was only a ten minute ride, and soon the Suburban was pulling up at the back. The four of you climbed out, with Cliff leading the way. You were taken through multiple hallways, past rooms where you caught glimpses of fans sitting in wait of the concert. Cliff stopped in front of a door, pulling it open and stepping aside.

"Here we go." Jensen told you, smiling, and you nodded, holding his hand tightly.