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

The Meeting

Tapping your leg nervously, you stared straight ahead, refusing to look anywhere but the road.

You were on your way to dinner with Jensen, and everyone else, and you were worried things would go horribly wrong.

So lost in your own though, it took a moment for you to even realize Misha had captured your hand with his own, stopping your nervous tapping.

"Hey, calm down. It's all going to work out all right, don't worry. I will be by your side the entire time, and Gen won't let anything happen to you either." He comforted you.

You took several deep breaths, trying to calm down. You didn't want to arrive to this dinner looking frazzled and upset.

"Better?" Misha asked you as he manuevered into a parking spot. Nodding your head, you pulled the shade down, checking your makeup in the mirror.

Feeling as ready as you could be, you turned to the open door, climbing out and thanking Misha for holding it open for you.

The restaurant was about a block away from where you parked. Taking your hand, Misha tucked it firmly in his before guiding you through the crowded sidewalk.

The closer you got, the tighter your grip on Mishas hand became, especially when you noticed the paparazzi waiting outside.

"Ready?" He asked, and you nodded, walking towards the restaurant. While Supernatural might not be the biggest hit out there right now, the actors were still popular, and a good romance triangle was always enough for the front page.

You could tell the exact moment they noticed you. Flashing lights momentarily blinded you, and you almost stumbled if it weren't for the tight hold that Misha had on you. You could hear them all yelling at you and Misha, shouting questions and comments your way, but it was hard to distinguish one from another.

"Misha, can you say a few words for us?" One voice spoke out, while another one yelled at you. "Don't you feel bad for leaving Jensen for his best friend?"

Before you could even answer, another voice rang out, and you looked up towards it, grateful for it's timing. "Misha! Y/N!" Jensen said as he came striding up to you, Jared and Gen at his back. He pulled you into a hug, before turning and slapping Misha on the back. The paparazzi went crazy, taking picture after picture, yelling at Jensen.

He turned to them, standing beside you. "I know what you're all thinking, that this is a huge mess. But it really isn't. I'm glad that Misha and Y/N were able to find each other, and I hope that we can all be friends. Now if you'll excuse us, we have a dinner reservation."

You followed behind him, into the restaurant, where the host was already ready to take you back to your table. Misha pulled the chair out for you, and you slid in, relieved to be away from all those prying eyes. "Thank you for what you said Jensen." You told him as he sat down across from you.

"Well, it's stage one to getting them off of our back." He answered.

"True, but it was a lot kinder than you needed to be." Misha replied back, and you could still notice the tension between them. It was understandable, but it still hurt that you had come between these two friends.

"What? Take a punch at you in front of reporters? No matter how much I want to, and believe me I do, it's not worth risking our careers over. I would rather put up a good front in front of reporters, and leave punching you until we are back on set."

You frantically looked between Misha and Jensen, trying to find signs that they would get into a fight then and there. Jensen's eyes were cold and hard, staring at Misha while Misha looked guilty and maybe a little ashamed that he had stolen his friends girl.

"Guys..." You started to say, but Misha interrupted you.

"Y/N, no offense honey, but this is something Jensen and I do need to get out of our system. Even if it comes to fists, which I hope it doesn't."

"That's enough." Gen said, her voice making everyone turn to look at her. "Y/N did not set up this meeting for you two to get annoyed with each other. I know Jensen has every right to be upset, but right now we need to know how to deal with the media."

Both men nodded, Misha reaching under the table to squeeze your hand. Jensen noticed, visibly flinching his jaw tensing.

"What do we do?" Jensen asked. "Maybe meeting here was enough."

"It's a start." Jared finally said. "And what Jensen said helped too. I think they will still be out there when are leave. And I think Jensen should hug Y/N, and pat Misha on the back. That should be enough to dispel most rumors."

You nodded, smiling at Jared in thanks. By this time your food had arrived, and the five of you ate in relative silence. You kept seeing Jensen sneak sad looks your way, and you felt a little guilty at hoe happy you were while he was so heart broken.

When everyone was waiting for dessert, Jared tapped his wine glass, a huge smile on his face. "I know now is probably not the best time for this, but I can't wait any longer to let you guys, my best friends and family, know.

"What?" Both you and Jensen asked at the same time.

Jared raised Gen's hand, showcasing an engagement ring. "I asked this wonderful woman to marry me, and she accepted!

After much congratulations and hugs, your group decided to call it a night. Heading back out into the dark and chilly night, you got bombarded once again by the paparazzi.

"Jensen, are you just putting on a front? Tell us how you really feel?" One yelled.

"I already told you. Its hard, losing someone you love. But I'm happy for them, and I wish them the best." He said, before giving you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. He pulled Misha in for a hug, whispering something in his ear.

"See you tomorrow Misha." Jensen said as Gen pulled you in for a hug.

"I think things will work them out for themselves. And maybe I can call you tomorrow, talk about wedding plans?" She asked and you nodded.

Leaving them, you walked back to Misha's car. "How do you think it went?" You asked him, cuddling into his side.

"Better than expected. I was truly afraid Jensen would attack me over the table." He teased. "No, I knew he would behave, and help out, Just because he still loves you." Misha finished, but you could detect a worried tone to his words.

"Hopefully that love can turn into friendship one day. Because right now, my heart is full of love for you." You answered as he pointed the car towards home.