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

The Concert

You nervously followed Jensen into the room. It wasn't as if everyone would be a stranger, you had met many at your wedding. But there quite a few you didn't know, and they were all in their element.

The fist thing you noticed upon entering, was how boisterous and rowdy the room was. A group of ten to fifteen people were standing around, laughing, drinking and joking. Jared headed straight into the group, giving Rob, and all the others big bear hugs. Jensen stayed back, his attention focused on you.

He moved his hand from yours, placing it on the small of your back, leaning down until his lip was pressed against your ear. "I can feel how tense you are. Relax, they will love you." He finished, before pressing a kiss to your temple and standing back. "Besides, if anyone should be nervous, it should be me. I'm getting ready to sing to hundreds of women."

It was what he expected, the comment relaxed you. "Hey Jensen, stop hogging Y/N to yourself!" A petite, red-haired woman yelled.

"That's Ruth." He told you, guiding you forward. Soon you were surrounded, each person trying to get to meet you, and you started to feel a little overwhelmed.

"Woah guys, let her catch her breath." Jensen chastised them, before he left and went to check out the sound with Rob.

"Sorry Y/N. We've just been begging Jensen to bring you along ever since the wedding." A beautiful woman, with short brown hair said. "I'm Kim by the way."

One by one they started introducing themselves to you, except for Rob, his band, Mark and Rich, whom you already knew. "It's nice to meet all of you." You told them just as a convention worker announced the concert was starting.

Everyone around you started hustling around, messing with their ear pieces, rushing out the other door. Jensen came up to you. "Why don't you follow me. I have the perfect viewing spot." He told you, leading you out the door, where a big black curtain hung. On each side was a huge screen, showing the beginning of the concert. Jensen showed you a chair, and you sat, taking the earphones he handed you.

He left, and people would come over and talk to you in between sets. Your favorite person soon became Brianna. She was so bubbly and outgoing, you loved her immediately.

She left to sing, and Jensen was talking to Jared over in the corner, which left you by yourself to enjoy the concert. You were tapping your foot, almost humming along to the music when a masculine voice sounded from beside you, scaring you in the process.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" A deep voice, though not as deep as Jensen's, said. You nodded as you looked up, before you got trapped in a pair of blue eyes. They were a beautiful shimmering blue, with so much light and kindness shining through. You realized you were staring and you blushed.

He sat down next to you, and you knew who he was. He was Misha, who played the Angel Cas on the show. You were becoming quite a fan of the show, and the Angel was quickly becoming your favorite with his awkward tendencies. "Hi, I'm Misha. You must be Y/N." He said, holding out his hand, and you took it, jumping at the slight shock that traveled through your system. His hand was warm, and callused, and you held on a little longer than necessary.

"Hi Misha, it's nice to finally meet you." You replied, getting caught up in his slightly off tilt smile. It was awkward, but adorable. You shook your head at yourself, you were married to Jensen, you shouldn't be this flustered by one of his friends.

"I'm sorry about missing your wedding. I couldn't get a flight back from Nicaragua." He apologized.

"It's okay, I understand." You told him, turning your attention back to the screen where Louden Swain was performing Mama's Jam. You watched in silence, enjoying the performance until you felt a pair of arms wrap around you from behind.

"I'm next." Jensen whispered into your ear. "I see you met Misha."

Misha nodded. "I had to come over and introduce myself to your lovely wife. But you better watch out, I might end up stealing her away from you." He teased, and you froze. You knew he was teasing, but this man had you flustered.

Jensen pressed his lips to yours, before standing up. "I would like to see you try." He answered, before he moved towards the slit in the curtain. You watched the screen, laughing as you heard the scream of all the women in the crowd.

"He's quite the heart throb, isn't he?" Misha asked you, but when you glanced at him, you found him staring at you with an almost hungry look.

"Yes he is. I can't wait to see him perform. He sings for me at home, but this is different." You rambled, his direct gaze unnerving you.

"Of course he does. What can't that man do?" Misha teased, before the two of you turned to look at the screen, where Jensen started singing Whipping Post.

You loved it, you were in awe of how amazing he was, that this Rockstar was your sweet and loving husband. When the song finished, you ran over to the curtain, ready to meet him when he came back.

He stepped down, his face covered in a fine sheen of sweat. "Jensen, that was amazing!!" You yelled, throwing yourself into his arms. He held you tightly for a moment, before letting go.

"Hey Jensen, are you going to do the group song with us?" Richard asked, and Jensen nodded.

"You gonna be okay down here by yourself?" He asked you, and you nodded.

"Don't worry Jensen, I will stay here and keep her company." Misha's voice came from beside you, and you almost jumped when he placed a hand on your shoulder.

"Thanks man." Jensen said, joining up with the rest of the group. You and Misha went back to stand by the video screen. The two of you were silent for a moment, before Misha spoke again.

"Listen, I just need to say this. I don't want anything bad to happen between you and Jensen. Hell, he's like family to me." He started, and you stared at him, waiting to see where he was going with this. "But, and I'm not sure if you felt it, but I felt this instant attraction to you, a spark. And no matter how much I want to ignore it, I can't. It was too strong, and it's still there, pulling me to you, like a moth to a flame."