Set in AU (Cockles, not Destiel, pretty sure this one sucks, sorry)

Jensen Ackles and Misha Collins were a very popular couple. It was impossible not to like them. Misha Collins was practically perfect in every way, and if anyone knew that, it was Jensen.

The two fit together like a perfect match, and if you don't believe me, then you just had to look at Misha's Twitter account, a place filled with pictures of the two in all sorts of ridiculous poses.

Speaking of Misha's Twitter account, he was currently updating it as Jensen walked in.

"Guess what?" He questioned, sitting down next to his boyfriend.

"What?" Misha asked, glancing up from his phone.

"My parents would like to have us over for dinner." Misha's eyes widened.

"As in you AND me?" He questioned.

"Yep." 

"That sounds terrifying." Misha declared.

"Why? My parents love you."

"Uh huh. Or they just act like they love me so that they won't hurt your feelings, and they actually hate me."

"They don't hate you, Mish. Have you met you? Nobody could hate you- you're too perfect."

"I'm not perfect."

"You're ridiculously close to it."

"No I'm not."

"Do I need to start listing how perfect you are? Because I'll start listing." Misha grinned.

"You don't have to do that-"

"Too late. You're gorgeous, for one obvious thing. You do charity work, you write poetry, you're hilarious-"

"Point taken." Misha insisted. "Just the idea of having dinner with your parents sounds utterly terrifying."

"It'll be fine," Jensen declared. Misha highly doubted that, panicking internally.

Misha only got more stressed out as the dinner got closer, and Jensen tried, to no avail, to get him to calm down.

"Here," He handed Misha a dictionary one day.

"....Why?" Misha raised an eyebrow.

"Apparently you do this thing with your mouth whenever you say a word that starts with H, and I want to see if it's accurate, so I figured the easiest way is to have you read all the words in the dictionary that start with H."

"And you heard this where?"

"Tumblr. Those fangirls know more about you then I do." Misha set down the dictionary.

"Jackles, I need you to listen to me. Get off Tumblr. Now."

"Why? It's funny to see how obsessed everyone is with you."

"Get off the Tumblr. It's not safe."

"But-"

"I think the Mishapocalypse might still be happening, you need to get out while you still can, and before anyone finds out that you're on Tumblr."

"They don't suspect a thing; they're all worried that you're on Tumblr."

"Exactly, and they're scared for a reason. RUN."

"Will you read the dictionary if I quit Tumblr?"

"Sure."

"Will you stop worrying about having dinner with my parents?"

"Never."

"Worth a shot." Misha opened the dictionary.

"Hamburger."

"Oh my god, they're right."

****

By the time the day of the dinner rolled around, Misha was freaking out so badly, he couldn't remember his lines for the show. 

"It'll be fine," Jensen assured him as they drove to Jensen's parents house.

"Yeah, I know, but I'm panicking anyways!" Misha proclaimed.

"Don't panic."

"Too late. I'm gonna pass out. Fuck, why is this so stressful?!"

"Because you're you."

"How reassuring."

"Just be yourself."

"Jensen, if I act like myself, I'm going to either throw up or pass out or both. Probably both."

"Then act like someone who's cool and casual, but also you."

"Who the hell is that?!"

"I don't know.... Act like Meta Misha."

"And get my throat slit in an alley while wearing a fabulous sweater? No thanks."

"You were an attractive crying man. That could work."

"Help."

"You'll be fine."

"No, seriously, Chuck, Luci, King of Hell Mark Sheppard, save me!"

Don't you dare make a demon deal out of this."

"Hell no, I'm making my demon deal to make Destiel canon."

"Mish, it's not gonna happen."

"It is! I believe in it!"

"I don't."

"Oh, so you'll kiss me off stage, but not on it?"

"Yep."

".....Sometimes I really hate you, Jackles."

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. Particularly right now, when you have crushed my Destiel dreams and are leading me into a dinner with your parents where I will die."

"It'll be fine, Mish."

"Honey, I don't believe that when Dean Winchester says it, and I don't believe it now." Jensen stopped the car and they got out.

"Just be yourself," Jensen instructed. "Don't throw up, and don't pass out. Got it?"

"Got it."

*****

And the second they stepped inside, it was like Misha was a completely different person. Jensen was pleasantly surprised. All that worrying, and yet at the actual meal, Misha was perfect. He was polite, and funny, and was everything Jensen had hoped he'd be. He didn't even look nervous. He was casual, like he had potentially stressful dinners every night and this was an every day routine. 

They talked about the show, slipping light spoilers because they couldn't help it, and both of them doubted that Jensen's parents would leak any details about what was to come and what they were planning for Season 15. They talked about acting and charity and well, it was a perfect dinner.

It went exactly as Jensen dreamed it would, and all four people walked away smiling.

"See?" Jensen questioned as they headed back to the car. "That wasn't so bad."

"It's over?" Misha asked.

"Yeah, it's over." Misha let out a deep breath. "Can you just-" He positioned Jensen. "Stand here." He instructed.

"Why?" Jensen frowned in confused.

"Oh thank god it's over," Misha declared, dropping and promptly fainting.

"Mish!" Jensen exclaimed, catching him. "Misha." He didn't wake up, and Jensen sighed, smiling slightly. The poor guy was so stressed out, he'd held it all in during the dinner, only to pass out afterwards.

He got Misha in the car and climbed into the driver's seat, snagging a picture of the passed out actor and sending it to Jared.

Poor guy was so stressed out he fainted. 

Are you sure he's not dead? Jared texted back.

Yeah, he's good.

Permission to tweet? Jensen glanced over at his boyfriend, knowing that he'd freak out if Jared tweeted about him passing out.

Granted. Jensen replied, because deep down, he could never turn down a prank on Misha Collins.