"What is something you enjoy about being you?"

He pondered over that question he was asked by a fan. He thought about being an actor, he loved portraying different characters. He then thought about being a part of such a loving community, he loved all his friends and the fans of the show Supernatural. He then went on to think about all the things he's done with GISHWHES and Random Acts...

No, he settled on the thought of his family.

He chuckled, zoned out a bit, making all the fans mutter amongst themselves. "Oh sorry... I just... I was thinking about your question," He rubbed his head then smirked, "I think I'd say that the best thing I enjoy about being me is my family, as cliché as that sounds."

The audience 'aw'ed and he laughed. "But seriously they're always there for me when I need them. I love my girls so much," He said and smiled, then laughed again loudly, "Which reminds me..."

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and opened up his WhatsApp. He scrolled through it quickly then bit his lip, hiding the internal spark of excitement he felt that day.

He glanced at the audience then took a deep breath. "My wife's probably going to watch videos or posts of this con and she's going to kill me dead but..." He warned then stead at his phone.

Did he really want to do this? It is something intimate to him, It's part of the thing he said that he enjoys about being him... does he just want everyone to know about it?

Misha stood up and looked around the crowd, "Could you all do a favour for me please? I trust you guys so don't video or audio record this, it's um... Yeah, okay? Do it for mine and [y/n]'s sake."

There was a rustle amongst the crowd, each member obeyed his request respectfully. They adored you and they loved Misha to bits, they didn't want to bring both of you any hurt or difficulty.

"Alright so, going to conventions is tough for us because we have to stay away from our families and it makes a person pretty... sad," Misha explained with a frown, "Of course you guys help immensely but sometimes it doesn't."

The audience listened intently, smiling at his words and the way he spoke it with genuinity.

"I was chatting with my wife a few days ago and it had gone on for quite a while. To tell you the truth I literally felt like she was right next to me so... This is very personal to me," He narrated, "What I'm going to share with you is part of the intriguing conversation I had with her from, I don't think you guys would mind. Of course, I'll just say the best parts. It'll help me feel a little better."

He felt his hands become a little sweaty and shaky. Would he regret this? He hopes not. Will you scold him? Probably, but he really hopes not.

He cleared his throat and said:

"9:42 PM, 'Hi sweetheart, how are you?'" He said in a funny high-pitched tone and the audience laughed.

He chuckled a little then put his hands out in defence, "Okay I know, [y/n] doesn't sound like that."

He cleared his throat again then drank a sip of water from his bottle, reading out the message exchange with slightly altered voices for each person:

9:42 PM

11:15 PM

Misha stopped talking suddenly, making the crowd drop silent with eagerness for him to go on.

He laughed, "Oh did that stop disappoint you? You pervy people!" He gave them a fake disgusted expression and they laughed, cheering a little.

"But even if what you think happened actually did happen... which probably did," He licked his lips while he played back moments from that night in his mind. He shut his eyes and paused for a moment, smiling joyfully as a shiver hit him right in the feels, then cleared his mind.

"Do you really think I'd read through it ALL in front of hundreds of people?!" He questioned with an eyebrow raised, "HECK NO! 'Fifty Shades of Grey' exists for a reason people."

He paused, "Knowing how Jared and Jensen are, I probably already deleted it all already." He shrugged his shoulders and the crowd laughed a bit while they cheered and whistled.

Misha felt a little better after saying those text messages aloud. He thought he'd feel a bit weird but doesn't almost every one talk dirty sometimes?

But of course, he kept somethings to himself. Besides, having such a sexy wife is something he wants to keep to himself.

*****

15 days later...

You hugged him from behind as he stirred the pot of noodle soup. He took a sip to taste and licked his lips, the flavour was perfect.

You slithered your hands under his shirt and traced your fingers over his skin. He jerked a bit, being a little ticklish.

"Stop that, I'll spill this over!" He said and pushed your hands down. You laughed and kissed his cheek, then sat on top of the counter.

He walked over to you and stood between your spread out legs, kissing you on the lips a few times. You hugged his neck and smiled.

A thought popped into your mind.

"Hey, I forgot to ask you but many of the fans tweeted me saying that we're such a cool couple or like they aspire to be me and be so chill, or that you are such a turn on," You told and squinted your eyes, "What happened at the convention?"

He gulped, looking to the floor and didn't want to make eye contact with you. You pushed his arm, "Misha tell me! You're hiding something."

"I uh..."

He hoped he wouldn't regret telling you.

"I MIGHT have shared some of our 'talks' with them," He said and flinched at the prospect of you shouting at him.

"Wait... what talks?!"

"O-Our s-sexts?"

You glared at him and punched his arms in anger. "OH MY GOD MISHA! What the hell, that's personal!" You yelled, "Ugh I can't believe you shared that! You're unbelievable!"

You shoved him to the side and jumped off the counter, walking out of the kitchen and towards your room. You felt completely exposed.

"[y/n] come on, it wasn't-"

"Why would you share that?! It's just as bad as showing them a video or something. PLEASE TELL ME YOU'RE LYING!" You exclaimed and he frowned, "Oh my Lord..."

You rubbed your forehead, "You need to have control over what you say and don't say Misha, this isn't good! What do you think people think of me now?! That I'm some needy person who can't live without my husband for even a couple of months? THAT'S SO EMBARASSING AND HUMILIATING."

You held your head in your hands and tried to prevent the panic attack you were about to suffer from. Misha walked over to you and held your hands, uncovering your face.

"Do you really think I told them EVERYTHING? Of course not!" He said, "I've done some questionable things on stage before but I'd never tell them everything about us. It's too special to me, only I can enjoy you. You're mine."

He pulled you into his arms and you sighed. "And they don't think bad about you, they love you so much. They were laughing a lot and I'm even in the ops a few told me how lucky I am to have a wife like you who's so much fun," He told.

You hugged him back then he kissed your head. "I didn't mean to hurt you alright? I just... I missed you and I wish you were there with me," He whispered.

You stood there in the embrace for a few moments then he leaned to your ear. "But damn you're so hot when you talk dirty to me," He growled and you kissed his neck.

"That makes the two of us."