"Are you guys sure?" Misha asked, concern lining his voice, "I know the honeymoon thing is still in effect, but I don't remember either of you denying a night out with the cast and crew…" He raised his eyebrow with uncertainty.

"Well, uh, well we're tired, and, uh, we'll catch a cab." Jared stuttered out, squeezing Jensen's hand a little tighter to give him some sort of signal that he needs help with this.

"And, uh, we have a lot of work to do." Jensen spoke, holding a straight-face until Misha laughed loudly and slapped Jensen's shoulder they both comprehended the unwanted innuendo.

"Atta boy!" Misha walked towards his car and waved goodbye to them. "See you guys next week, I guess!"

"Yeah." Jared spoke, then coughed a bit with discomfort. It was all really too much to comprehend; yesterday he loved Jensen like a brother, he would do anything for the green-eyed guy and respected him fullheartedly. But today…

Today is different.

Every time Jensen is around him, hell, every time he even thinks about that chiseled-jaw bastard(which is more than what he admits to)his whole body is warmed to the bone. This feeling of warmth is subtle, but echos loudly and beautifully in his subconscious. There is passion there, but, Jared guesses, that this love-before whatever landed him here happened-was formed with stability and common sense encased with passion and care; that's what he felt now.

Jensen.

Even that single noun gives him a feeling in his gut that couldn't be described better than love; his eyes, hair, hands, lips, jawline, stomach, arms, thighs, calves, ears-everything, is just so perfect to him. It's the best feeling he's ever felt. This sensation is mutual between the two 'love birdies' and without a doubt earnest. Real. He felt a squeezing sensation coming from his hand, the cold of his ring pushing lightly into the skin on his left ring finger.

"Jared? Quit spacing out." Jensen gave a breathless laugh and rubbed the back of his neck, Jensen was doing the same thing Jared was doing and couldn't bat away the sensation, nor did he want to. Jared understood at that moment, the feeling is mutual.

"Yeah," Jared smiled down to his own companion and waved down a taxi.

"Okay, what the hell is going on." Jensen blurted out as soon as they entered their flat, heading to the kitchen but stopping halfway to look at his friend.

"I don't know! This is all… weird." Jared threw himself on the couch, grabbed and hugged it to his chest; like he was trying to hide his heart. Jensen turned to expect Jared being his goofy self, but found him sprawled out on the couch, a cushion pressed modestly to his chest with an adorable look to his features. Jensen felt a happiness rise within him, a pure white and weightless happiness.

"What is this?" Jared giggled, pressing his pillow up to his bare chest as Jensen chuckled and smiled at his soon-to-be-hopefully fiance, then opened the velvet box revealing a silver ring, delicate with all it's eccentricities. "No!" Jared smiled broadly and gasped in surprise, his shaky fingers covering his face as he and Jensen sat up straight now, facing their loves.

"Don't tell me that's a no!" He joked, and Jared was shaking all over now with excitement. Jensen wanted to burn this memory into his head; Jared's smile, dimples, multi-colored eyes, his floppy hair that he always loves to play with, the contrast of his tanned skin against the pure white sheets and how he's pulling the sheets all the way up to cover his chest-like some sort of virgin Mary(but Jensen knew best that Jared was no virgin, though), and Jared's expression of pure love and how that expression is all his-all of it is his.

"Yes! Oh my god yes!" Jared dropped the sheet to reveal his toned chest as Jensen grasped his left hand gently, like this big hand was the most delicate and precious flower to him and took the ring out of the box and lovingly slid the ring over his lips, then Jared blushed and he looked so happy as the ring was situated on the proper finger on his left hand.

"I hope you love me, that ring was expensive." Jensen joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"I will always love you Jensen. Always." Jared threw his arms around Jensen's muscular shoulders and kissed him like he meant it.

"Jensen?!"

"Jensen?!"

"JENSEN YOU IDIOT WAKE UP!" Jared screamed, more panicked than angered. Jensen hit the deck five minutes ago and was just currently regaining consciousness. Jared knew that yelling at him wouldn't do him any good. Jared looked down at Jensen, who's head was currently residing on Jared's lap as a pillow. Jared's hands were encasing his face, rubbing circles over the soft skin of his temples. Jared took a deep breath as those green eye stayed open and didn't flutter closed again. Keen instinct took over as he pressed a soft kiss to Jensen's forehead and then his cheeks when he realized just what he was doing-it just felt right. "Come on, sweetie." Jared's voice was soft now, easing the brain-killing migraine Jensen just experienced.

"Oh my god." Jensen's blurry vision finally stopped wobbling enough to focus on the multi-coloured eyes that were staring down at him in concern. That was stressful. The pain quickly faded away when he looked at Jared's face, the same face he saw in that memory.

"Are you okay?" Jared twisted his face a bit in worry when Jensen just sat up and shook his head a bit.

"Yeah, uh, yeah I think so." Jensen stretched his back and Jared stood up to get him a glass of water. "Thanks." He muttered when the brunet lent him a hand up onto his feet and gave him water. "What happened?"

"Well you just hit the floor and were passed out with a doofy smile on your face for five minutes." Jared's voice was strained as he tried to keep the his answer carefree but he just sounded constipated as his worry bleeded into his answer. Jensen leaned onto the taller for a moment, and Jared's hand fit into the small of Jensen's back before he even thought to do so and lead the wobbly man to the couch. "What the hell happened, dude?"

"I.." Jensen was just as confused about this as Jared was. What the hell was that? A memory? Sure as hell not his own. He tried to weigh the options: Tell jared he had some type of flashback featuring their engagement or not? "I'm not sure…" He settled with indecisiveness, at least until he could work this out properly.

"Come on, J. Tell me you look white as a ghost." Jared pried softly, like he was trying to get a child to admit taking the cookies out of a jar that wasn't his.

"Well…" Jensen started, trying to look anywhere but those multi colored eyes, that didn't look as beautiful as they did before he passed out. "I think it was a memory."

"A memory?" Jared tasted the word, seeing if it settled well for an explanation. He knitted his eyebrows together in non-satisfaction. "Memories don't make you pass out, Jensen."

"Well… It was sort of an intense memory."

"Like what?"

"It was about you-us. I guess."

Jared was still for a moment, trying to asses the information. "What were we doing…?" Jared asked-although he didn't want to know but he needed to know. They were in this together and as Jensen's best friend he also needed to carry half of the burden with him.

"We were sorta in bed-"

"Ew! I don't want to know now." Jared cringed backwards, and Jensen tried to shoo away a prickly feeling in his heart as Jared said those words-like he wanted to cry. But he didn't, he chuckled.

"Not like that, Jar. It was the morning. The morning a proposed to you, I guess."

"Oh." Jared was at a loss for words, like everything he knew was being tossed around and jumbled up. These feelings and emotions were not his, and now if memories were being tossed into the mix this would be very bad for both of them. "This is very bad." He announced his thoughts, and Jensen looked confused.

"What? I thought we already established we're marrie-"

"No, Jensen that's not it." Jared looked straight into his best friend's eyes and really felt something unique and simple. He sighed. "Okay, we can admit now that we have these 'feelings' about each other now that aren't our own-at least not ourselves own." Jensen nodded grimly. "Now if memories are thrown into the mix we may start to forget who we are, and where we came from." Jared took a pause and Jensen pushed his eyebrows in even deeper confusion. "Personalities and emotions are developed from memories, Jen. We may 'regress' into the Jared and Jensen that were here before the jump." Jared gestured to a photo in clarification-that seemed to be taken on the water with Jared smile-kissing Jensen on the cheek in a loving manner. "Regress into them."

"Oh." Jensen sighed and stood up, "I think we need a drink."