Doing one shots because I like it simple and short. (Jk, I'm just lazy, that's all)
I don't own Jensen nor Misha, sadly. This is all for purpose of fanfiction and comfort for my own sad, miserable life.
Enjoy!
SUMMARY: Jensen is completely in love with Misha. After a panel, Misha crashes at Jensen's place. Turns out, it's too cold to be sleeping alone. And the only thing that makes a bed heated is bodies touching - connecting.
(Imagine this picture.)
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Jensen did found it difficult. He just wanted to touch him, the kind of touch that sent sparkles through his body. It was something about the man, something strange, but so good. It was a connection. Jensen knew it, Jared knew it, everyone except Misha.
Misha and Jensen were standing on the scene, thousands of people in front of them. There were flashing cameraes, people laughing at everything and of course, Misha's voice. It was silence, he had filled the room with the sweet laugh of his own.
Jensen didn't feel shame for wanting to fall asleep to Misha's regular hum. He was cracking a joke, eyes lit up, smile wide. Jensen just stood there, taking in the look on his face, the structure of how he smiled wider and wider for each day. There was something so warm and soothing about Misha Collins.
"And West, West he just licked the whole metal fountain thing. The-they're always sick." The sweet rumble of his laugh filled the corner of the whole place, along with the fans and Jensen's laugh. He had heard the story about a dozen time, but never did he get tired of hearing it. He knew it was sick, the feelings only grew, and Jensen felt so hopeless.
Two hours later, the panel had ended. It was all fun, Jensen stepped out of his comfort zone, and grew a closer bond to both his fandom and Misha. Jared had gone home a long time ago, he had been to the doctor lately because of his cold. Jensen felt uneasy because he would be alone with a man he adored.
Jensen were the one who was driving, Misha was sitting next to him. The only sound that found their ears were the rumbling motor. Jensen wanted to talk, wanted to hear Misha's voice. A question was laying on Jensen's tongue, but it died when he saw Misha's peacefully head resting as he had fallen asleep. For some reason, Jensen felt all warm and his heart fluttered. He kept driving, throwing glances, smiling to himself. He had fallen, damn it. He was so completely in love with Misha Collins. It angered him a few times, because he felt shame. Sure, he was single, divorced and all that, but he couldn't hold it. It was exploding in front of his eyes, it was dream after dream and simple sadness. He couldn't find one bad thing about Misha. He was just ... a new kind of perfect. He was Jensen's definition on perfect.
The drive home was quick, Jensen was tired too, and hearing Misha's small snorts and groans made him even more worn out (even though he knew how turned on he would be if he was awake). The car had parked by Misha's backyard, lights automatically coming up. Jensen had to wake him up, but it looked so peacful. He wondered what was going on inside Misha's head.
Was he thinking about Jensen? Did he like him too? Or maybe it was a girl on his mind? Maybe he was dreaming? About what?
