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

Making a Promise

At first you stood there motionless, letting yourself feel the press of Misha's lips against yours, the way his tongue fought for entrance into your mouth, swiping against your lips, until you gave in. His hands were pressed against the door above your head, effectively trapping you between it, and his hard body, but you weren't sure you minded. As you moaned into his mouth, he groaned, before stepping back, and you almost fell down without the support of his body against yours. He took a couple of steps back, creating a bigger rift between the two of you.

"I'm sorry. I promised myself I wouldn't do that again. After last night, I knew what I was doing was wrong, and I promised that I would step back, that I was only hurting a person I care about very much. But seeing you, here, today, I forgot all about it. I had to feel your lips against mine, at least one more time." He told you, running his hands through his already messed up hair.

"Misha, I..." You started, but he stopped you.

"I can understand if you hate me, if you never want to see me again." He told you, turning his back, moving to the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water from the sink.

"Misha, I don't hate you. But I did come here to tell you that we can't act on these feelings that we may be feeling. I'm married, and to your best friend!" You told him, and he casted his eyes down, ashamed of himself.

"I know, don't you think I'm beating myself up over this?" He exclaimed. "I've just never met anyone like you, and as soon as I met you, I knew there was some sort of connection between us."

You sighed, because you had felt the exact same thing. "I know, I felt it too. But, no matter what I felt, I can't do this to Jensen. He doesn't deserve this." You told him, tears pooling up in your eyes at the thought of the pain this would cause him.

"What can we do? I'm not sure I can be around you and keep my hands off?" Misha answered, sitting down on the couch, clutching his bottle of water tightly. 

You sat down in a chair, far enough away that the two of you  could control your urges. "Well, we are going to have to work hard. Because we will be together a lot. And I don't want Jensen to find out. Got it?"

He nodded, and you glanced at your watch. "I need to go. Jensen should be done by now. And Misha, I'm sorry. If I wasn't already married, I..." You hesitated. "I really do feel something for you. And I know saying that won't make this any easier, but please know this has nothing to do with how I feel about you."

He nodded, not saying anything as you opened the door, and rushed down the steps, colliding with a very hard chest. "Woah, careful Y/N!" Jensen chided, his arms tight around you as he kept you from falling to the ground.

You blushed bright red, from being in such a rush that you had almost fallen, but also because he had just caught you leaving Misha's trailer.

"Jensen! I'm sorry, I was just on my way to meet you." You blabbered, trying to hide the fact that you were feeling guilty.

"I figured that. I got done a little early so I thought I'd wait for you by my trailer. You must have gotten here even earlier." He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, guiding you away from his trailer, towards the food tent.

"Yeah, I wanted to surprise you. But I ran into Misha, and he said you were still shooting." You answered.

"I'm glad you're getting along with Misha so well. It means a lot to me that you get along with him, just like with Jared." He said, just as the tent came in view. Before you could answer, two big arms were wrapped around your waist from behind, lifting you off the ground.

You squealed, looking Jensen's way, only to see him laughing. "How's it hanging Y/N?" Jared said from behind you.

"Jared! Put me down!" You ordered, and he followed through.

"I'm glad Ackles here was able to talk you into coming down from lunch. He keeps you to himself way too much." Jared replied as the three of you made your way to the buffet lines.

"Hey! She is my wife after all!" Jensen argued, but Jared just shoved him, and you could only laugh at their brotherly teasing. When you had first gotten together with Jensen, you had been worried about how the three of you would work out, but you loved Jared, he loved you, and the three of you were very close. 

"And she's my best friend!" Jared fake snapped back, and you became so enraptured with their teasing you forgot all about your meeting with Misha.

"I thought I was your best friend!" Jensen said, mocking a hurt heart, and you couldn't take it anymore, snorting laughter busted out of your mouth, silencing both men.

You couldn't control it, and you were bent over the table, laughing so hard you couldn't breathe. Finally, wiping tears from your eyes, you took a deep breath, only to be taken breathless again when Jensen surprised you by capturing his lips were your own. You stayed still for a moment, a little embarrassed to be kissing him in public, but soon you were wrapping your arms around him, pulling his body tight to yours.

"Hey guys, don't you think that's a little too much?" You heard Jared tease, and you reluctantly stepped away. 

"Sorry, got carried away." Jensen told his friend. "I just love it when she laughs like that." 

You blushed, still unused to Jensen's compliments, and his unconditional love for you.

"No big deal man. I just didn't want anyone losing their lunch because of your PDA." Jared said, slapping him on the back. You watched as Jensen's eyes lit up as they looked over you.

"Misha! About time you got your ass in here!" Jensen cracked at Misha.

You turned to see Misha slowly making his way towards your group, his steps uncertain, and you hated that you were the reason behind it.

"Hey, what's up?" Jared asked, noticing the subtle change in Misha.

He gave you a hard look before answering. "Just a little tired I guess. And hungry, where's the food?"

After that, Jared and Jensen let it drop, and the four of you began filling your plates, Jensen introducing you to the crew as you passed them by. Soon, you were sitting at one of the long tables, Jensen next to you, with Misha and Jared across from you. 

"So Misha I wanted to thank you for keeping Y/N company while I finished up the scene today." Jensen started, and the two of you jumped.

You stared down at your food as Misha  answered. "No problem. I enjoy spending time with Y/N."

"Good, that's great. Because I was hoping you and Jared would come over for a BBQ this weekend. We don't have a convention, and I thought it was a perfect chance to just relax and hang out."

You looked up at Jensen in surprise. He hadn't even mentioned anything to you, and he shrugged his shoulders as if to say he was sorry.

"I'm not sure." Misha answered.

"Come on, you have to come." Jared ordered. "Maybe we can talk some of the other cast into coming. It will be fun."

"Yeah sure." He gave in, giving you an apologetic look.

"Sounds like fun." You exclaimed, knowing it would be, but wondering what it meant for you and Misha, and your pledge to stay away from each other.