You heard them announcing that the Cockles photo op would happen in ten minutes. You glanced at Jensen, who had just finished up his solo op and was heading your way. "Cockles?" You asked him.

"Yeah, it's a photo with me and Misha in it. I'm going to go use the restroom. Why don't you stay here, hang out with Chris, and I will be back shortly." He told you, pressing a kiss to your temple before leaving the room. You glanced around the room, surprised at how fast it had emptied out. Fans weren't allowed in yet, and most of the staff had left to take a quick break. Chris was sitting at the computer table, his cellphone pressed to his ear.

Turning to the snack table, you grabbed a water and a granola bar, getting ready to take a sip when you felt a presence behind you. "Hey Y/N," Misha said from behind you, and you jumped, spilling a little bit down your chin. He chuckled, before grabbing a napkin from the table. You held your hand out, expecting him to hand it to you, but instead he stepped closer, his eyes searching yours. They seemed to have changed color since last night, from a deep navy blue, to one that you could only see in the reflection of a high mountain lake. You were mesmerized, and stood there, waiting to see what he would do. 

Raising his hand deliberately slow, he pressed the rough napkin to your chin, gently wiping away the moisture that had collected there. Your breath catching, you could only stand there as he moved it up, pressing it against your lip. There was only the slightest barrier of paper product between you and his callused hands. You waited to see what he would do next, your eyes darting over to where Chris sat, but he was gone, his chair empty.

You couldn't help yourself, your tongue slipped out, licking the inside of your lip, but you could tell Misha felt it, because he squinted his eyes. Before you could figure out what he was going to do next, you heard Cliff's booming voice, and Jensen's answering it. Jumping back, you took a deep breath, knowing your cheeks were red. Misha crushed the napkin in his hand, and you watch as he stuffed it into the pocket of his dark blue jeans.

"Misha, you're already here!" Jensen exclaimed, patting his friend on the back, as you stood there trying to catch your composure. "Y/N, everything okay?" Jensen asked, placing his hand on your shoulder.

You smiled at him, turning to face everyone. "Yeah, I just spilled my water, and I was cleaning it up." You answered.

Chris came back in. "Alright you two. Let's get this show on the road." You studied him, wondering what he had seen, but he was busy messing with his camera, never giving you a second look.

"Hey, Chris, can we do one with the three of us?" Jensen asked. "Since someone couldn't make it to our wedding, I thought it would be nice."

Chris nodded, and Jensen pulled you over to the backdrop, placing you in between him and Misha. Jensen wrapped his arm around your shoulder, and you felt Misha wrap his around your waist. You tensed a little at the touch, his hand grasping your waist, his fingers brushing your stomach. You smiled for Chris, but in your mind, you were beside yourself. Here you were, smack dab between your husband, who you loved more than anyone, and Misha, whose touch seemed to ignite a fire deep within you.

Before you knew it the picture was done, and you were stepping away, back to your spot in the corner, just as the convention crew started letting the fans in. Distracting yourself with observing the fans, you quickly moved from your spot, going over and saying hi to as many as possible, making your way out of the room, and down the line.

You soon started to enjoy yourself, learning facts about the people who adored your husband, blushing from all the compliments you received. The fans were amazing, so sweet, and so excited to get their picture taken, that soon the line was ending, and you hadn't realized how much time had gone by.

"Y/N, it's time to go." Cliff said, coming up beside you. Nodding you went with him, where Jensen was already waiting for you outside the door. Misha was nowhere to be seen, and you weren't sure if you were relieved or disappointed.

"Where to now?" You asked, as Jensen intertwined his fingers with yours. Pulling you close to him, he tucked you into his shoulder as you navigated the hallway.

"The afternoon panel. Then autographs, and we are done." He answered, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You stopped walking, pulling him to a stop to. He stared down at you, wondering what was wrong. Standing on your tiptoes, you cupped your hand to Jensen's slightly whiskered face, before placing your lips to his smooth and plump ones. It was short, and chaste, but the contact was comforting, and reminded you that you were deeply in love with him.

"What was that for?" He asked, as you heard the whispered conversations, and saw the fingers that were pointing your way. You hadn't exactly realized you were in the middle of the hallway, with fans surrounding you. 

"Because I can. And because I love you." You told him, feeling a little guilty and ashamed of yourself with how you acted around Misha.

"I love you too." He said, squeezing your hand, before a forced cough from Cliff had the two of you moving again.

You once again found yourself in that small room, where Rob, Rich and the band were hanging out. They were just throwing their trash away, getting ready to head back out to the stage. You disentangled your hand from Jensen's, and rushed forward to give each man a quick hug. You absolutely loved these two men, and wished you had been able to spend a little bit of time with them.

"Don't worry Y/N, I'll see you again soon." Rob whispered in your ear, and squealing, you stepped back.

"Are you serious? Where?" You asked him.

He looked around, making sure no one was looking. "Well, it's kind of a surprise, but I will be back on the set of Supernatural this week." 

You gave him another quick hug. "That's amazing! Maybe we could do lunch, or dinner while you're in town." You told him, and he promised that he would. Soon they left, and it was just you, Jensen and Jared.

Jensen went to grab a bottle of water, and Jared came over to stand next to you, offering a piece of his candy. You shook the offer off, not wanting any sugar. "Well, how are you liking it so far?" He asked you.

"I love it. The fans are amazing, and I love the atmosphere." You answered, just as Jensen came back over.

"See, was there anything to be nervous about?" Jensen teased, and you slapped his shoulder.

The three of you went out to the back of the stage, waiting for their call up song. You were going to stay behind the curtain this time, because Jensen wanted to formally introduce you to the fans.

Soon, their song started playing, and they rushed onto the stage, leaving you to watch the big screens, laughing as they both danced around, playing musical instruments, Jensen singing with Rob. You could see why the fans loved the conventions so much.

As you stood there watching, your arms crossed across your chest, you heard footsteps approaching. Glancing over your shoulder, your heart skipped a beat when you noticed Misha.

"How's it going?" He asked over the laughter of the fans.

"They are amazing." You answered, gazing back at the screen. He came to stand next to you, both of you watching the screen silently.

"So, Y/N." Misha started. "I know you're married to Jensen. I know he's my best friend, and I don't want to hurt him. But I also know that there is something between us, something I've never felt before. Please tell me you feel it too."

"And why does it matter if I do? Because I'm married, happily. Even if I felt something for you, I could never act on those feelings. I could never do that to Jensen. I already feel guilty enough as it is." You told him, even though you wanted to taste his lips, see if his kiss excited you as much as his touch did.

"So you do feel something." He replied, stepping close, so close you could feel your chest brushing his, his feet on the side of yours. He radiated heat, and you took a deep breath, breathing in the heady aroma that was uniquely Misha.

Before you could do anything, Misha's unyielding lips were pressed hard against your own. Where Jensen's lips were soft and plump, Misha's were chapped. It was rough, his hands wrapped tightly in your hair, one hand at the base of your neck, and you moaned, opening your mouth to his. Before you could wrap your arms around him, he was stepping back, a victorious look gleaming in his eyes.

"I knew it. I knew you felt something too." He told you, just as Jensen came from the stage.

"Y/N? We're ready for you." He said, holding his hand out to you.