Supernatural one shots

Snapchat (Misha x Reader)

Side note; your drunk. You went on a rant about something stupid, and accidentally sent it to the wrong person, unexpectedly getting a reply.

Four in the morning rolls around and you come staggering into your apartment. You close the door harder than you expected. You tossed your keys onto the counter, swaying as you walked for the couch. Pulling out your phone, you stared at the screen, trying to decide on what app to open first. You smirked, opening Snapchat.

You played other people's stories first, frowning at the couples and people hanging out with friends. You decided to Snapchat your best friend, Mikayla, to vent about how shit sucks lately. She knew, but she didn't know the full extent of everything.

Switching the camera around, you got a good look at you red shot eyes and your warmed skin. "O-oh dear god." You laugh lightly at yourself, choosing the cute little ram filter.

"So, I know I've told you a lot of things lately and making it seem like I'm okay, Micky. But honestly, I'm not." You slur, you voice mimicking back to you, in a high pitched voice. You clicked the arrow, fumbling as your vision was blurry and names aren't clear. You shrugged and hoped that you clicked the right one, seeing as there's two people with the initials MC. You go back to another video, recording again. "The gist of it is, Alec broke up with me. My boss is a perv so now I have to look for another job, and right now, happiness is hard to come by, darling." The video played back to you, using the same filter as before. You had a distant gaze and a sullen expression of your facial features. You locked you phone and slumped over on the couch, hearing the familiar ding notification of Snapchat, as someone replied, replayed or was typing something in return. You eyes closed against your will, passing out as you heard another notification resound throughout the room.

/Early afternoon/

The light shone right over your closed eyes, causing you to groan in pain. "Fuck me."

You rolled over, sitting up slowly as your head swung around, waves colliding over and over again and pounding against your skull. You picked up your phone. You focused your blurry eyes at the notifications, trying to figure out how and why Misha Collins had snap chatted you. Your eyes widen as realization dawned slowly upon you. "Oh, no."

(Misha's POV, 1 AM, at work)

I sat in my trailer with Jensen and Jared as we took a break from filming, Mark S. and Mark P. we're in the middle of shooting, their few scenes. I furrowed my eyebrows as my phone went off, wondering who could be messaging me at one in the morning. I opened the Snapchat, seeing a very cute but drunk girl.

"So, I know I've told you a lot of things lately and making it seem like I'm okay, Mickey." She said, her (e/c) eyes glossed over and her hair a mess as she ran a hand through it. Who's Mickey? I thought to myself. Another Snapchat came through and it was the same girl, who just seemed a little bit more gloomier this time. "The gist of it is, Alec broke up with me, my boss is a perv, and happiness...is really hard to come by, darling." Her voice squeaked. I tilted my head, Jared and Jensen had watched the videos with me, concern written in their eyes.

"Damn." I mumbled. "I don't think she meant to send that to me."

"Unless you've changed your name to Mickey." Jared chuckled, trying to lighten up the mood.

"Hey Mickey, you're so fine, you're so fine. Hey Mickey!" Jensen sang, taking a sip of his water.

"Would it be wrong to Snapchat her back?" I asked, looking over at Jared as I ignored the other doof beside me.