Misha could feel the stares of some homophobic old people cutting through his body. He tensed up a bit, and Jensen just pulled him closer. Their bodies swaying in perfect motion. Perfect sync.
The song ended, and they sat down at the booth that they were originally in. This time they sat next to each other, not across.

"Ya know, I was never drunk this whole time," Jensen said softly, his face inches from Misha's.

"What?" He asked confused. "Yes you were. I saw you down all of those shots."

"You never saw me actually drink from the bottles though, did you?"

"No..." He answered softly.

"I used them for props, I figured you wouldn't be so nervous talking to a drunk guy," Jensen smirked.

"Well you're right." He trailed off. "So I guess you heard everything I said?"

"Yes I did Mishy!" Jensen planted a soft kiss on his nose.

"I do love you Jenny!" Misha smiled, realizing Jensen wasn't drunk, and he meant what he said.

"I do too, I meant everything I said on the dancefloor. Even down to kissing you. I'd do that over and over for the rest of my life. Whether that's as Jensen and Misha or Dean and Cas."

A deep blush came over Misha's cheeks, and Jensen wrapped his arm around Misha's shoulders.
Misha was at a loss for words, he couldn't function. Was Jensen just that drunk, was he dreaming? In what world would someone like that love him? He was very confused and didn't know what to say

"I'm very glad I got to hang out with my 'best friend' tonight," is all he could force out.

"Yah! Besties forever. Or more, mabye?"

Misha didn't answer him, once again. He just slightly turned his face and kissed him lightly.

It was the heat of the moment, and there was nothing else Misha could do. Just then, Jensen was dragging Misha to the dance floor.

"This is my song for you! My best friend. My baby!"

Wise men say only fools rush in

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HEY PLZ DONT KILL ME.IM SORRY. I HAD TO ADD THAT. IT HITS THE FEELS HARD. IM SORRY. IM CRYING AGH! if you don't understand why that is emotional, don't ask.
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But I can't help falling in love with you

Misha wrapped his arms around Jenny's neck and danced with him. Jensen grabbed his hips and looked him straight in the eyes.

Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you

"I thought I was straight before I met you, Dimitri Tippens Krushnic." He pulled him closer, and their noses were touching.

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

He leaned his face foreward and pressed their lips together, rougher this time. Misha realized what was happening. He loved how Jensen's lips felt on his. He kissed back, with all the passion and energy that he had within him. Their tongues danced just as well as their bodies. Misha lowered his hands, and interlaced them with Jensen's. Putting them on his hips, swaying to the lovely tune. It was no doubt that it was Misha's favorite song. Now its just all that more special.

Take my hand, take my whole life too
For I can't help falling in love with you

Jensen gently bit his lip and smiled into the kiss. It was the best feeling ever.

For I can't help falling in love with you

One the song was over, they just stared deeply into each others eyes.

"So this is what true love is?" Misha asked, giggling.

"Hey Misha?" Jensen asked. "I say you come back to my house tonight?"

"That would be lovely," Misha said smirking, grabbing Jensen's hand. Lightly. Before slipping off to the bathroom.