"Babe." You heard Jensen say through your sleep induced haze. "Babe, I've got to go to work."

"Mmm." You mumbled, not wanting to leave the warm cocoon of your nest. You hadn't arrived back to your house in Vancouver until early morning, and you wanted to sleep for at least a couple more hours.

"Love you. I will see you later." He whispered, kissing your temple before leaving, and you didn't even hear the door shut before you were asleep once again.

The next time you woke up, the sun was shining through the window, almost blinding you. Groaning, you threw the covers off, deciding you couldn't laze around in bed any longer. Slipping from the soft and spacious bed, you went down the stairs to the kitchen, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. It was a couple of sips in before you were awake enough to notice a note laying next to the coffee pot.

"Don't forget, you promised to come to set today, to have lunch with me and the guys. Love you, see you soon. Jensen."

That's right. In your sleep induced fog, you had completely forgotten that you had made these plans last week. Jensen knew you were feeling restless around the house, still unused to living in Vancouver part time, and he thought this was a way for you to get around, meet new people, get used to the people he spent hours with each day.

Your mind inexplicably wandered to the question if Misha would be there. The last time you had seen Misha, was last night, right after he had kissed you. You were standing there, in shock, Misha behind you, Jensen with his hand outstretched in front of you. You had taken Jensen's hand, letting him pull you up to stage, where the thunderous applause of the fans had pulled you out of the frazzled state you had been in.

Jensen had given you a quick kiss, much to the crowds pleasure, before whispering in your ear. "Is everything okay? Misha wasn't being too pushy was he?"

You slightly shook your head, pasting on a smile, and waving to the crowd. Jared let you sit in his seat, and you stayed on the stage for a couple of minutes, talking to the fans, letting your picture be taken. When you were done, you had gone back down, but Misha was nowhere to be seen, and you weren't sure how you felt about that.

During the trip home, Jensen had given you many worried glances, but you pretended to fall asleep on the plane, wanting to push the incident as far away from your mind as you could. But now, this morning, knowing you were more than likely to run into him, brought it all back, and you started feeling sick to your stomach. How could you kiss another man, especially a man that was your husband's friend? You couldn't even look at yourself in the mirror, you were so horrified at yourself.

You knew what you had to do. You would arrive early on set, find Misha, and set him straight, telling him you loved your husband, and you would never do anything to harm your relationship. Your mind made up, you felt much better, and you left your now cold cup of coffee on the table, making your way back to your spacious bathroom, where you started getting ready for the day.

After a long, luxurious shower, you stood there in just a towel, contemplating your wardrobe. You wanted to look strong, but at the same time you didn't want to look as if you were trying too hard. You finally decided on a pair of slim, dark tinted jeans, with a fitted band t-shirt. Jensen loved when you wore this outfit, and you guessed you were trying to make up to him, even though he didn't know anything was wrong. 

Topping the outfit off with a pair of sneakers, you went back into the bathroom, adding the finishing touches to your makeup, going for a natural look. Your hair went part way back, with little wisps floating around your face. Feeling put together, you went down to the garage, where your jeep sat. Jensen had laughed at you, telling you to get rid of the jeep, and he would buy you a new car. Or better yet, hire you a driver. But you loved your classic jeep, and you refused to get rid of it. You had it hauled all the way to Vancouver, leaving it here when the two of you went back to Texas. You loved the freedom it provided, never having to rely on someone for a ride.

It was still chilly in Vancouver, so the top stayed on, but you had the windows cracked as you drove down the busy streets, making the thirty minute trek to the studio. Pulling up to the security window, you smiled at Dave, who had been nice to you from the moment you had met him.

"Good morning Mrs. Ackles. Go on through." He told you, pressing a button to open the gate. You made a couple of turns, before pulling into the lot saved for the Supernatural cast and crew. Jensen's trailer was across from it, and grabbing your purse, you made your way over to the gigantic trailer. Knocking on the door, you weren't surprised when no one answered. After all, you were half an hour early. Turning around, you glanced right, then left, deciding which way to go, when a costume girl walked by.

"Excuse me Miss. Can you tell me where I might find Jensen?" You asked, and she gave you a suspicious look.

"Yeah right. Like I haven't fallen for that before." She laughed at you, before walking away.

"I would have thought everyone would know who you are by now." A familiar voice teased from beside you, and Misha walked into your vision. "She's going to be so embarrassed when she finds out she gave Jensen's wife the cold shoulder."

"I don't mind." You replied, glancing around to see if anyone else was around.

"Your hubby is busy filming over in studio B. He should be done in about 20 minutes." Misha explained. "I could get someone to unlock his trailer for you, if you want."

You took a deep breath, steeling your spine, knowing this might be a difficult conversation. "Actually, I came a little early, hoping to run into you."

Misha's raised an eyebrow at that, biting his bottom lip, and you squirmed in your spot, remembering how that lip felt against yours. "Well, my trailers over here."

"Not for that. I need to talk to you." You answered, but you were flustered, and he could tell.

"Still, my trailer?" He asked, pointing to the left. Nodding you followed him to a much smaller trailer, but still nice. He opened the door and stepped aside, letting you climb the stairs first. Once inside, you stepped to the right, waiting for him to enter. 

Once he was next to you, he shut the door, locking it, which surprised you. "Never know who might show up." He explained, before grabbing your shoulders, shoving you into the door, roughly, but not too hard, before his lips captured yours.