Jensen fiddled with the buttons on his flannel.

"Wow you're turning into Dean. It's still hot."

Jensen smiled. "You're the absolute best. I should have said i love you sooner..."

Jensen was nervous. He had lied earlier. He said that everything would be okay, but deep down he was really scared. Scared that his family wouldn't like Misha.

"Hush, im trying to look nice."

"You always look nice."

The 15 minute car ride seemed to last forever. Jensen felt sick with every move of the steering wheel. He hoped for the best, still knowing there's a chance that this could go horribly wrong.

"We're here," he said shakily to Misha and rolled the windows down.

"It's gonna be okay." Misha layed a hand on Jensen's thigh. He grabbed Misha's hand and held it in his own. "Hey Dadd- Jensen... Is that your uncle?"

A taller, older man, stood outside the car.

"Hey Jen!" A familiar voice exclaimed. "Hello.. Sorry i don't know your name..."

"Hey uncle Ryan! This is Misha. My... My-"

"I told you not to bring a friend, that it had to be someone special. So tell me what's going on!"

"This is my boy-friend..."

"Why didn't you just tell me? I don't care where you put your dick. I care that you are happy."

Jensen smiled and Misha squeezed his hand. "I told you everything was gonna be alright."

"Yeah you did baby, i should have listened to you." Jensen kissed Misha's lips.

"Whoa whoa whoa! Get a room guys!" His uncle joked. "I'm just glad to see you happy. And Misha is his name correct?"

"Yes it is. Misha Collins. He plays the angel Castiel, on Supernatural."

"Oh.. So one of your acting buddies? How long have you been together?"

"Few days. But we've known each other for over 8 years." Jensen looked lustfully at his boyfriend. "And I've never been happier with anyone else."

"That's good to hear. Why don't yall come in."

"I'd like to go see my boys first if that's okay."

Ryan smiled. "Sure thing." He walked back up to the ranch house.

Jensen got out of the car and Misha followed him. They walked hand in hand to the gate.

The rough Texas dirt battered against Jensen's boots. They approached an all black, tall, very muscular horse.

"This is Ace. I raised him from a foal. And that.." He pointed to a smaller horse. It was black with splotches of white. "Thats Spade. Ace's younger broher. They've always been my boys. I don't know... I've always had a bond with them."

Misha looked into Jensen's eyes, like he was staring past the leafy-green eyes. Like he was staring into his soul. "I never knew this about you Jensen." He smiled. "These are some beautiful horses as well."

"Thank you my love. I've always dreamt of riding them, but only with the love of my life... So if you want... I'd like to go on a ride with you."

"I'd love to." He planted a kiss on Misha's cheek.

~•~

Misha stuggled to pull himself onto the horse. Jensen being the wonderful boyfriend that he is, grabbed his butt and pushed him up.

"You pervert!"

Jensen chuckled. "I know you like it."

"Shut up." Misha grabed the black and white horse's reigns and looked clueless. "What do i do?"

Jensen really wanted to hop on Ace and ride away, but instead climbed behind Misha on Spade. He layed his gentle hands on Misha's.

"Grab and pull here. Pull to the opposite of witch side you want to go to. I'm right here."

"Thank you daddy."

Jensen lightly kicked his heels and they were off. Jensen wrapped his arms around Misha's torso, but let go to help once it was needed. As they picked up speed, Misha's dark and beautiful hair blew back. Jensen helped and leaded them to a path, that he used to travel as a kid. Whenever his father would get out of hand

The path through the forest was beautiful. Sunlight gleamed off of the trees. The smell of rain and lavender filled the air. It was just as perfect as Jensen remembered it. The only place the felt safe. Where his worries flyed away.

His seemingly endless memories flashed through his head. The many times that he had eaten lunch or chased butterflies. Even his first girlfriend. He had taken her back there. A single tear escaped from his eyes as these memories flodded his brain.

"Are you okay Jenny?" Misha felt him shiver against his body.

"Yeah, im fine babe." He closed his eyes and layed his head on Misha's back. "I'm okay. We are okay..."

"What's the matter?"

Jensen told him about everything. Almost every memory he remebered from that patch of forest.

"Do you want to leave?"

"No. Because I've always wanted to take the special someone back here. I've always felt safe back here... And now that im with you. Here. It's just amazing. It means the world to me that you came here with me."

"You know I'd do anything for you."

~•~

Back at the ranch house, Uncle Ryan anxiously waited for Jensen and his boy to get back.

By the time they got back, hamburgers, baked beans, fried potatos, and hot dogs were all layed out on the picnic table. Jensen walked around hand in hand with Misha. Not caring who saw or what they thought.
That was untill he spotted his father. He pulled his hand away and crossed his arms. Jensen turned around and walked back to the stables, looking down at the ground the whole time. This is what he was afraid of.

Misha tried to follow him, but he became irritated.

"Im fine. Just give me a minute."

Misha ended up walking back to the house alone. Awkward and a bit scared... He sat next to Jensen's uncle and made small talk for a bit.

Jensen's Uncle was pretty cool. They bonded over Supernatural for like 10 minutes. Thats when a face, he'd only seen once, came over. Alan Ackles.

"Hey...Who are you?" Alan was rude.

He gave off bad vibes, so Misha didn't want to tell the truth

"I'm a friend of Jensen's thats in town..."

"Oh." He sneared. "I didn't think that abomination of a son was in town. Where is he?"

"You're his dad?" Misha looked confused. If this was his father, it would mean bad news. Jensen never talked about his father. But from what he knew, he wasn't a good guy.

"Yeah. Are you dumb or something? So where is the fag boy? I need to talk to him. He knows god damnes well he's not welcome around here."

Misha felt really awkward and held back a couple tears. "What do you have against him?"

"He's not the man i raised. He's not even a man at all. I'm guessing that you don't know he's a fag? Mabye that's why you are still friends with him."

Misha really didn't want to bite back and cause a scene, but the words came out, and he couldn't stop. He stood up, barely taller than Jensen's dad. "Don't you ever talk about Jensen like that! He's the best thing that has ever happend to me! I love him for who he is, and nothing can change that."

"You're spending too much time with him. He's starting to rub off on you. We should get you some help. I'll pay for you to go home and get some better friends." Alan started to write something down on a piece of paper when Misha shoved him.

"No wonder he doesn't like you. He makes me the happiest guy in the world. The best BOYFRIEND i could ask for. And you sir are nothing butba dick. He deserves a better father."

"You two worthless fags go have fun."

Misha stormed off in tears. He heard Uncle Ryan yelling at Alan. In the distance he heard something like "leave them alone." Jensen's Uncle was standing up for them. He desperately wanted to say thank you.

He came to the conclusion that he ruined everything.

Once he found Jensen in the stables, he tried not to cry. He looked at Jensen, and realized how broken they both were. The smell of hay was sweet. It was warm in the stables. Jensen sat with his head on his knees in the corner. He was propped up against a plank in the dark corner. He sat down beside him and layed his head on Jensen's shoulder.

"I know why you walked out." Misha wrapped an arm around him and rubbed his back. "I'm s-sorry." Misha couldn't stop himself from crying. "I'm sorry about your father. I know how horrible h-he is..."

Jensen sat up straight. He looked at Misha. "What did he do to you?" He let his mouth open slightly as he stared at Misha.

"He didn't do anything physically. He asked who i was, and i said a friend. He asked me where you are, and that you aren't welcome here. He kept talking bad about you, and i couldn't handle that. I had to stand up for you. And he called us, me, worthless." Misha looked away. "I'm sorry."

"He's so wrong baby. You're not. Thank you for standing up for me. I couldn't thank you more."

"I'm just glad i have you. I love you."

"I love you too Jenny."

Jensen tilted his head and gently presses thier lips together, just as Uncle Ryan walked into the stables. He didn't want to interrupt the moment so he stood thier watching. It was a slow and passionate kiss. It made everything around them disolve. Misha slightly pulled away smiling. He whispered i love you, on Jensens lips.

Ryan slowly clapped, it caught Jensen off gaurd, but when he saw who it was, started laughing. "Your father left. Y'all can come back if you want something."

Misha nodded. "Thank you..."

"You're an amazing guy. You're strong. I'm so glad my nephew has you. And you both are always welcome here. I didn't invite your dad Jensen. I don't know how he found out."

"It's okay. As long as he's not here, i should be fine." He stood up and helped Misha.

Misha pushed his thoughts away, but they kept swimming around in his head. They ate and everything was fine. He even met the rest of Jensen's family. They all adored Misha, and thought he was the best. He blushed and accepted the complements. Jensen even added in some inappropriate comments. "Hes good in bed too. Like wow. Thay ass... So good."Everybody laughed.

"Jenny stoppp." He ran and hid his face in Jensen's chest. He was blushing really hard and couldn't controll himself. He could feel Jensen's boner poking him, just from talking about sex.

~•~

The car ride back home was funny. They sung along to AC/DC very loudly. Misha's head was finally cleared. The only things on his mind were the love of his life.