"You're supposed to be having fun, Jensen." Misha said as he poked Jensen's back. Jensen made a grumpy noise and turned around, a Mardi Gras mask in one hand and a pair of fake handcuffs in the other.

"This shop sucks balls." Jensen said with a frown. Misha smirked and looked around the small Halloween costume shop. We have to find something for Jared's party. A pair of angel wings caught his eye and he weaved his way to the wall they were hanging on. Dark black feathers were hung on a wire frame that was attached to a shoulder harness. They were large enough that they would even fit Jensen's wide shoulders. He turned with a smile but Jensen rolled his eyes.

"Are you really going to go as Castiel? Doesn't that get old?"

"No, it doesn't." Misha replied as he reached up to pet the soft feathers. I actually don't want to go as Cas. But what else can we do? He looked around the shop again. On the opposite wall, a shield caught his eye. He walked past Jensen, who sighed before turning to follow him.

Misha stood on his toes to reach the round shield. When he had a good grasp he pulled it down, surprised with the weight of it. The shield was metal, which was also surprising. He looked at it as an idea formed in his head.

"That is the most mischievous look I have ever seen." Jensen said lowly. "And that's saying a lot because I see you all the time." Misha smiled at him.

"I know what we're doing. Here, take this to the counter and I'll be along."

Jensen took the heavy shield with a grunt as Misha shoved it against his chest. Before Jensen could say anything Misha was hurrying away to see what else he could gather from the shop before he looked online.

It took him a lot longer than he expected to hunt down the things he needed for both costumes. He spent more than Jensen had wanted to. It's just a Halloween party with friends. It doesn't need to be over the top. Jensen had said as Misha drug him towards the Halloween shop. Misha smiled as he opened his last package and pulled out the black long sleeved shirt. "Perfect."

"Misha!" Jensen hollered through the front door of Misha's trailer. Misha shut the bathroom door with his foot so he could finish getting dressed before Jensen came inside. He grinned as he pulled the under armor style shirt on. It was snug. He stepped into the black cargo pants as Jensen entered the trailer.

"Misha are you in the bathroom?" Jensen asked through the door.

"Yes!" Misha replied, muffled from the mask he pulled over his mouth and nose. "Give me a few minutes!"

"Alright." Jensen sighed before walking away. Misha pulled on the knee pads and heavy black boots quickly. He was eager to see Jensen's reaction. He looked into the mirror once more after he had his holsters and pads on. His hair was pretty wild, but he didn't want to deal with a wig. Short haired Winter Soldier it is! He reached for the door handle with his non-metal gloved hand.

Jensen was sitting on the couch playing with his phone when the bathroom door opened. He had been eyeing the shield that was covered with a blanket on the kitchen table. What did Misha think up this time? He wondered as he heard heavy footsteps approach. He turned around and froze at the man standing in the hall.

Misha stared at him coolly. If it weren't for his bright blue eyes that were wrinkled in amusement, Jensen might not have known it was him at first. Jensen closed his mouth as he slowly dragged his gaze across Misha's body. The black shirt he wore was very detailed. It looked like the movie suit. It was also skin tight and gave Jensen a clear idea of Misha's torso underneath. He had on a thick holster belt around his waist but it was the slightly-tighter-than-normal black cargo pants that caught Jensen's eyes. He was also wearing kneepads and high boots that looked heavy.

"Think it works?" Misha asked through the mask.

"You look like the fuckin' Winter Soldier." Jensen replied dumbly. He brought his gaze back to Misha's face and stood from the couch in order to get closer. He reached out and touched the "metal" arm, amazed with how smooth the fabric was. The sleeve ended under a glove that Misha wore. The glove had plates of metal on it to look the part. Jensen smirked at him before reaching up to run his hands through Misha's already crazy sex hair.

"Your hair is only supposed to look like that after I'm done with you." Jensen growled lowly. Misha laughed and reached up to pull the mask off.

"That mask was $20, but I don't think I'm going to wear it. It isn't very comfortable." Misha said as he rubbed at the lines on his face. Jensen shrugged one shoulder and used his grip on Misha's hair to pull him closer.

"Works for me." He said before kissing Misha gently. After a moment Misha pushed away.

"We still have to get you ready so stop. I don't want to be late. Rob's band is playing."

"They play at all the conventions." Jensen said.

"I know. But you don't always sing at them like you will tonight."

Jensen opened his mouth to reply but Misha was suddenly pulling him to the bedroom. "Let's get your suit on!"

"What suit? Misha, what are you going to do to me?" Jensen asked as he was drug by the hand. Misha chuckled and ignored the questions.

"Are you kidding me, man?" Jensen groaned as Misha pulled out the red, white, and blue long sleeved shirt that matched the movie version of Captain America's suit. Misha shook his head and motioned Jensen to undress. With a defeated huff, Jensen pulled off his t-shirt and took the soft one from Misha.

"Holy shit this is tight." Jensen muttered as he struggled into the shirt. Misha smirked as he pulled a pair of dark blue cargo pants from the box on his bed. Jensen got the shirt on and took the pants as Misha pulled out boots.

"How much did you spend on these!?" Jensen asked as he eyes the materials. They were almost cosplay level clothing.

"Enough. Just hurry up." Misha disappeared from the bedroom as Jensen rolled his eyes.

Despite the snug fit, Jensen had to admit the suit looked good. Misha had spiked Jensen's hair before they went to the kitchen, where Misha revealed the painted shield.

"Do you expect me to carry that all night?" Jensen asked, eyeing the round hunk of metal. That thing isn't light.

"Yes. I have a harness for you to wear so you can put it on your back." Misha gave him that puppy dog eye look and Jensen found himself smiling at the expression. He put so much into these costumes. Why does he have to be so damn cute?

"Fine." Jensen growled as he pulled the shield onto his arm. He looked expectantly at Misha, who was watching him with a sultry expression.

"Don't start anything now. You keep bugging me about being late." Jensen said, lifting the shield to hide himself. Misha laughed loudly and pulled the mask from around his neck to cover his face.

Misha offered his metal arm and Jensen linked his into it. This will be a fun party.