TWITTER ➵ cockles

➢ sixty nine

that chapter number though ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

also do you ever do that thing where you stare at a word so much that you start thinking it's spelled wrong even though it's spelled correctly? idk i had that feeling with misha's last name for some reason while writing this. like, i was looking at it and going "is it really spelled like collins or is it spelled like something else" and i don't even know why i started thinking that but whatever

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Time seemed to slow down.

Misha's breath caught in his throat. He hadn't thought Jensen would fuckin' propose to him. They hadn't even discussed the possibility of getting married a single time.

Everyone at the table was holding their breaths now, all of them looking at Misha expectantly, waiting to hear his answer.

His mind, for whatever the reason, was acting too slow. It was acting as slow as someone trying to run in water. He was stuck in a daze, staring down at the silver ring inside the little black box.

And suddenly, his brain seemed to function again. What felt like a million thoughts came rushing through his head.

What the fuck? What prompted this? When did he even buy that ring? How long has he had it? How long has he been thinking about proposing? When did he finally decide?

And then he had another realization.

Why should he agree to marry him when he was the same guy who cheated on him?

The thought caused Misha to bite his lip, a sign of hesitance radiating off him.

He quickly shook the thought off. No. Jensen had apologized many times over, and would still do it every single day. And every time he apologized, he always sounded so sincere. Misha knew the other man still felt guilty as hell about the whole ordeal.

Slowly, a small smile crept into his lips, replacing the hesitant lip bite. Misha nodded slowly. "Yes." He finally said, leaning forward to pull his now fiancé into a loving kiss.

Time seemed to speed up again as Jensen met him halfway, grinning happily against his lips. Cheers erupted from their table, followed by clapping.

They both pulled away after a moment, large grins plastered on both of their faces. Jensen sat back down in his seat, taking the ring out of the box and gently taking Misha's left hand. He slid the silver band onto his boyfriend's ring finger, glancing up at him. Jensen wrapped his arms around him, bringing him into a warm hug. "Was scared you were gonna say no for a moment there when you were biting your lip." He murmured into his ear.

All Misha could do was let out a small chuckle. It felt too cheesy with him saying that, because every person ever probably thought that while proposing.

"Hey, you two lover birds should get out of here and go celebrate. We'll cover the bill, don't worry." Jared smiled at them as they parted from their hug.

Misha nodded, still beaming. "Okay, we're gonna go do that. Thanks, guys." He stood up, entwining his and Jensen's fingers together as they headed out of the restaurant.

Once outside, the two of them both turned to look at each other. "I can't believe that actually happened." Misha rejoiced.

"Me neither." Jensen agreed, letting out a small laugh of his own. "What do you wanna do to celebrate?"

He thought about it for a moment, tapping his chin as he thought. Truthfully, he didn't really want to do anything. "Can we just.... go back to the hotel and cuddle? I feel like I've had so much to drink these past two days I will throw up if I have any more alcohol."

"Yeah, we don't want that to happen." He said with a shake of his head as they started walking back towards the hotel. "I'm fine with that. That actually sounds kind of nice, right now."

The two of them made it back to the hotel in good time. A few fans spotted them, and they stopped for a few pictures with them. But they eventually made it back up to their room. Once inside, Misha let out a breath. "I love our fans and am really grateful for them supporting us and the show so much, but sometimes I wish we could have our own privacy, you know? I won't ever turn them away, but I wish we could just go about our normal lives without getting stopped."

Jensen nodded in agreement as he pulled his pajamas out of his bag. "Yeah, I feel the same way. I'm really thankful for them, but sometimes it'd be nice if we weren't always stopped." He worked on unbuttoning his flannel.

Meanwhile, Misha was doing the same thing with his clothes. He was changing into some plain gray sweats and one of their You Are Not Alone campaign shirts. When he was finished, he climbed into the bed and laid down, waiting for Jensen. He finished a moment later, crawling beneath the covers and draping an arm around his fiancé.

"By the way, you're the one taking my name." Misha said after a moment, a grin on his lips as he scooted closer to him.

"Uh uh, that's not happening. I'm the one that proposed. Besides, Jensen Collins sounds kind of weird." He said with a shake of his head.

"Hmm." The other man thought about it for a minute before an idea popped in his head. "What if we both got our last names changed? Like, we could get it hyphenated. So it would be Ackles-Collins or Collins-Ackles. Whichever you prefer."

Jensen smiled. "Definitely Ackles-Collins."

"You sure about that?" Misha suddenly rolled on top of his fiancé, straddling his waist. He leaned down, nipping playfully at a patch of skin on his neck.

The taller man's breath hitched in his throat at the sudden feeling of teeth scraping against his neck. His tongue unconsciously darted out, wetting his lips. "Well, uh, now that you say that......"

Misha lifted his head to meet Jensen's gaze. "I honestly don't mind either one. It's up to you. And if you want to go with Ackles-Collins, I'm fine with that."

"Good." The corners of his lips tugged up slightly into a smile. He leaned up, pressing a small kiss to Misha's lips for a few seconds. "Now get off me before I pop a boner."

"Who says I don't want that to happen?" Misha smirked, one hand playing with the hem of his fiancé's shirt, the other being used to support himself by clutching to the headboard. He rolled his hips teasingly, their growing bulges in their pants gaining friction against each other.

Jensen let out a groan at the feeling. "You're such a tease." He growled, pulling him down roughly for a passionate kiss, tangling his hands in his hair.

They definitely didn't do much cuddling for the rest of the night.