It was a very funny sight to see. Misha sat watching as Jensen kept tripping over his own feet. That went on for at least an hour...before he spilled his drink down the front of the bartender girl's shirt.

"OH $HIT! OOPS!" he yelled. It had been hours since Misha had been drinking, so he was slightly sober. He busted out laughing in the corner. But that laughter became anger quickly.

"You piece of $hit just ruined my sweater!" The bartender lady yelled at him. Misha got up and pushed her away. Jensen was stoned still, and wasn't processing what was going on. That gave Misha the perfect opportunity. His beautiful face was shining in the dim light, and Jensen was drunk. He wouldn't remeber. He wouldn't think anything of it either!

"Heey Mishy, that lady was a b**ch."

"I could tell, you don't deserve a b**ch Jenny!"

Misha couldn't help himself, and he pressed his lips to Jensen's. His lips were smooth, soft, wonderful! Surprisingly Jensen kissed back, rougher.

"Whoa Mishy! I like your lips." Jensen said, slurring his words together and smiling.

"I love you," Misha mumbled. Jensen couldn't hear him over the loud music. 'Thank god,' Misha thought. Hoping Jensen wouldn't remember what happened, and tell him to f**k off.

It was 10pm, it had been 3 hours since they kissed. The feeling of Jensen's lips still had not left Misha's, and he didn't ever want it to leave.

He continued to be 'Misha' until he saw Jensen sobering up. As he started walking over to him, his butt was grabbed by a cute man dressed in warpaint.

"Hey Cutie Pie... Wanna dance?" Misha didn't even get a chance to answer, before the strange man with dark brown eyes was grabbing his hands and trying to dance with him.

"I'm Ashley. You can call me Ash. Who are you?"

Misha didn't answer, because something caught his eye. The sexiest man alive was leaning against the wall, opposite of where Ash was trying to dance with him, and he was looking him straight in the face. He was smiling too. That goofy smile, the smile he only does around Misha.

He broke away from Ash, pretty rudely, and headed over to Jensen.
A slow and familiar song had been playing, and it was one of Jensen's old favorites. Of course Misha knew that.
Jensen sung along and danced in the corner.

I don't go to church enough.
I curse out loud, I drink too much.
I'm more of a sinner than a saint.

It was already a couple verses in when he walked over to Jensen. He was really nervous. His lips intimidated him. His touch made Misha melt. His eyes pierced his heart. Misha was in love. With everything about Jensen Ross Ackles.

"Jensen... Can I have this dance with you?"

Jensen didn't even answer, he just grabbed Misha by his belt loops and presses their lips together again. He grabbed his hand and leaded him to the dance floor.

Everyone cleared a space for them to dance. Nobody was left on the dance floor except Jensen and Misha. Whispers of hate were roaming around, as all eyes were on the two men.

You tie the knot
When I'm at the end of my rope.
You never stop believin' in me
When I don't know who I am
Or what I'm supposed to be.
I don't give you no good reason
But baby, don't give up on me.

Jensen sung along to the old Jason Aldean song and Misha joined in when he could.
They danced he night away, Jensen's arms wrapped around Misha's waist. Misha's arms around Jensen's neck.

"Thank you for not giving up on me Jenny."

But for all the things I've failed to do
I've never failed at lovin' you.

"You're welcome love."

We both know I can't grant your every wish.
But I want to, baby, you make me want to.

They danced together like they were about to die. It was all so perfect. Too perfect. Thier body's fit almost too perfect with each other. They way thier lips locked was so natural and still perfect!

"Thank you Eric, for finally letting Destiel be a thing. Ive secretly loved you for a while Jensen." Misha blushed. "I still do love you."

"Baby, that's not a secret. Everyone knew you love me! You know what's funny though? No one knew that I loved you back!" Jensen poked his nose and chuckled.