"Misha answer me. Please!" Jensen pleaded. Jensen could barely even look at him. Tears streaming down his face, and his beautiful shiny blue eyes, lost their shine. The cute smile on his face was gone to.

"Mishy please talk to me, I'm listening!"

Misha pushed him away and got up. He ran faster than he had before, all the way to his trailer, he went inside and locked the door.

Jensen couldn't take it. He was going to break the door down if he had too. Misha wouldn't open up. His sadness grew to anger, and breaking the door was exactly what he did.
Misha was curled up in a ball on his couch. He was clutching his pillow and screaming into it. Jensen slowly walked over to him, and curled up beside him, wrapping one of his muscular arms around Misha's neck, and the other on Misha's hand.

"J-jensen go a-away," Misha mumbled. He sniffled a few times and let his face sink in the pillow before he realized Jensen wasn't leaving.

"What do you want Ackles?" He snapped, but Jensen stayed silent, and his grip on Misha's hand grew tighter as he moved in closer to him.

"Please don't cry, I love you," Jensen said very softly, so soft that Misha didn't hear him.

"What Jensen? What did you say? What do you want from me?"

He layed his head on Misha's shoulder and breathed in the sweet fragrance. He smelled vaguely of lilacs, and his shirt was soft against Jensen's face.

"W-Why are you here?" Misha asked again. He didn't mind all of the attention he was getting from him, it was just different.

"Because I care about you, and I don't like seeing you cry," that was the first thing that made him smile all day.

"Look at me Misha!"

Jensen's head was still on his shoulder, so he turned off his neck, and thier noses were millimeters from touching. Jensen lifted his and and wiped Misha's tears away.

"Are you okay?"

Misha didn't respond, but pushed his face forward so their noses were actually touching.

"What caused this Misha?"

He didn't want to talk about it at all! There was something about the whole situation that made him uneasy.

"Jensen, wanna go to a bar later? We need some quality time together as friends again." Misha smiled, again, and pulled himself away from Jensen's face. Being so close to him was tempting. He wanted to kiss him so bad, but he knew he couldn't take that risk.

"I'd love too, only if you tell me what's wrong." Jensen's expression became suddenly serious.

"I'm okay-"

He was cut off by Jensen putting a finger to his lips.

"Misha, if you were okay, I wouldn't be here right now. I really care about you, i want to help you!"

"Can I please tell you later?" Misha asked standing up, and holding his hand out to help Jensen up.

"Yes you can, have you taken your antidepressants today? I feel like a mother... " Jensen said, trying not to laugh.

"Yes I did mommy! Thank you for looking out for me!"

"It's what mommy's are for!" He said smirking playfully.

Misha laughed and pulled him into a hug.

"Seriously, thank you Jensen. There's a lot on my mind, and what you just did made me forget about all my worries. You're a life saver! And I do love you!"

Misha was shaking as he spoke, not knowing how Jensen would interoperate what he said.

"I love you too Misha, I'd do anything for my best friend!"

What Jensen did was really sweet. Making sure his 'baby in a trenchcoat' was okay. Misha was just a bit upset that Jensen only loved him in a friendship sorta way.

Later that day, after Jared had already gone home, Misha took Jensen to a nearby bar. They walked in and sat down at a booth in the back corner. It was a bit noisy for Misha's liking, but there was something distracting him from all of the other people there. He was staring into the eyes of Jensen Ross Ackles and everything around him just disappeared. His bright green eyes lit up that dark corner, he seemed to forget how worthless he felt inside when he tried to count the freckles scattered across Jensen's face.

"Misha, can you tell me what's wrong now?" He called a waitress over and she brought them some shots of whiskey.

"There's just a lot on my mind," he admitted.

"Like what?" Jensen asked, downing shots.

"Just life I guess." Misha couldn't help himself, he caught himself staring at Jensen's lips again. He quickly started to drink and hope Jensen didn't catch him staring.

They ordered drink after drink untill they were drunk off their asses.

The fine, young, bartender decided to slide in the booth beside drunk Jensen. Misha might have been drunk, but that didn't stop him from getting jealous. Jensen didn't want to get up, but she had her hands all over him and pulled him onto the dance floor.

Eventhough Jensen wasn't all over Misha, he was still having a good time. Watching Jensen drunkly dance and sing along was fun enough.