Glancing around the kitchen, you wiped your hands on the towel, making sure everything was ready to go for tonight. You had the potato salad cooling in the fridge, along with the mixings for a regular salad. The potatoes were wrapped in foil, ready to be thrown on the grill, along with the different selections of meat. Dessert was made, the beans and corn were simmering on the stove.

You had spent the last day and a half getting ready for this event, and you were really looking forward to it. It was your first time entertaining in your house, and you needed everything to be perfect. You weren't sure what anybody liked to snack on, so you had made a little bit of everything, and you were now worried you might have gone a little overboard.

Biting your lip, you opened the fridge, making sure the pies still looked okay, and that you hadn't forgotten any of the condiments. You were so busy double checking everything, you didn't noticed Jensen's quiet footsteps coming into the kitchen.

"Babe, you need to quit worrying. Everything will be fine." He whispered into your ear as he pressed his front tightly to your back, wrapping his arms around you waist. You leaned back so your head was pressed to his chest, leaving your neck open to him. He leaned down, pressing small kisses all along your neckline.

"Jensen, we can't do this now. The guys will be here soon." You protested, but it soon turned into a moan as his hands slowly lifted your shirt up, and you shivered at the skin to skin contact, needing more.

"I don't care." He muttered, nibbling on your earlobe. "I haven't seen you hardly at all this week."

"Later." You promised, your resolve crumbling fast, but you made on last attempt to move away from him. He took it as an opportunity, spinning you so your chest was pressed tightly to his, your nipples tightening at the contact. His hands left your belly, skimming around the side before grasping the globes of your butt, pushing you tightly into the bulge in his pants.

"Jensen, you better go calm yourself down." You told him, but your hands were saying a different story, wrapping themselves around his shoulders, pulling him in tightly, moving his mouth from your neck to connect with your lips. 

Your hands moved up, running through his hair, just as the doorbell rang. "They can wait." He murmured against your lips, giving your butt a tight squeeze.

Sighing, you detached yourself from him, cupping your hand on his cheek. "Jensen, that's rude. Save it for tonight." You told him, slapping his rear before you left the room. Giving him a chance to cool down, you opened the door, smiling wide as Jared stood there with a bottle of Jensen's favorite whiskey in his hands. 

"Jared!" You exclaimed, throwing your arms around him, giving him a tight hug. Taking the bottle of whiskey from him, you stepped aside so he could come in, and it was then you noticed he wasn't alone. A pretty brunette was standing next to him, dressed casually in a pair of faded jeans, and a sweater. "Y/N, this is Gen. She just started on Supernatural.  Gen, this is Y/N, Jensen's wife." 

The two of you stared at each other a moment, your smile growing wide as you realized Jared had finally found himself a girl. You grabbed her by the arm, surprising her, planning on dragging her into the house and learning all about her, but you were interrupted by male voices coming up the sidewalk.

 "Rob, Rich! I didn't know you guys were going to make it!" You exclaimed, excited beyond belief.

"There's one more. He's just being slow." Rich teased, just as Mark came strolling up your sidewalk.

"Hello Love." He told you, giving you a tight hug.

You stepped aside, giving them all room. "Come on in guys." You told them, but you were still searching for one more, and you chided yourself for it.

The guys followed you into the house, where you lead them into the kitchen. "Y/N, I love your house." Gen told you, as she glanced all around. By then Jensen was back, somewhat cooler than a minute ago.

"Hey guys. Glad you could make it." Jensen told everyone, giving out hugs, and slaps on the back. It was then the doorbell rang again. Excusing yourself, you opened the door, only to be met with a very familiar pair of blue eyes.

"Hello Y/N." He told you, his eyes drinking in the sight of you, while you caught yourself doing the same. You had tried so hard to not think about him over the week. You had done well, but one sight of his blue eyes had your resolve crumbling, and you wanted to taste his lips upon yours, one more time.

"Hi Misha." You answered, not moving, your hand against the door frame, both of you staring at each other.

"Y/N, everyone is outside. Where's the lighter? Oh, hey Misha!" Jensen said, coming around the corner. You stepped aside, letting Misha through the door.

"I'll go go get it." You told Jensen, wanting to be away and by yourself before you did something stupid.