Imagine: Being Misha's best friend and neighbour.
Why did I have to buy so much food? I mean sure, I'm a BIG fan of food but sometimes I go a bit overboard. It looked like I was preparing for a zombie apocalypse or something.
I'd just come back from the store, carrying two large, heavy bags full of groceries in my arms as I headed for the front door of my house.
Every now and then, I stumbled a bit, trying to keep all the food in the bag. Then there was the issue of opening the door which was locked. And guess where my keys where? That's right, in my pocket.
I really didn't think this through at all.
"God Damn it." I huffed, readjusting the bags.
"Hey, that's my father Y'know." A familiar voice chuckled from behind me.
I turned to see my neighbour/crush Misha Collins stood there. At the sight of him, a warm smile spread across my face. He'd always managed to put me in a good mood.
"Oh, hey Misha." I said, just before nearly dropping one of the bags.
"Here, let me help you Y/N." he offered, grabbing one of the bags.
Weight was immediately lifted from my aching arms which made me grateful. "Thank you Misha. You didn't have to do that."
He scoffed playfully. "Sure I did. I can never refuse a damsel in distress."
I giggled, rolling my eyes. "Well thank you anyway Prince Misha."
"M'lady is most welcome." He laughed. I loved his laugh. It was heartwarming.
With my free hand, I took my keys out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. I pushed it opened and stepped inside.
"You wanna come in or do you need to get back to the kids?" I asked Misha.
"There at Vicki's so yeah, if I'm not too much of a bother, I would love to." He smiled widely.
"You're never a bother Misha. Now, get your butt in here and help me put these darn groceries away."
Misha entered, closing the door and following me to the kitchen. There, we placed the two large bags on the counter.
"Why'd you have so much food anyway?" He questioned, looking at me with a raised eyebrow. It was so cute.
"I uh..." I trailed off awkwardly.
"You what?" He smirked.
"I had a date tonight but he kinda cancelled." I looked at the floor, embarrassed and disappointed.
I'd been on a dating site for a few months now. My mother was always pressuring me to find a guy and get married. It's not like I didn't want to, it's just...I'd rather take my time instead of rushing into things.
Misha frowned. "Well, screw him. He missed out on a chance on an amazing night with a beautiful girl. He must be an idiot."
I smiled, looking into his eyes. "Thank you Misha. What would I do with out you?"
"Still be standing outside with two heavy bags." He chuckled, making me laugh.
"Oh shush. Anyway, what about you huh? Any luck with the ladies?" I wiggled my eyebrows teasingly.
When I first met Misha, he was a divorced single father with two adorable kids. I'd known him a couple of days after I'd moved into the house next to him. I was out in my front garden putting something in the trash when he came out to his mailbox. We got talking and our friendship bloomed from there.
He chuckled. "No. Jensen and Jared have been trying to set me up but none of the woman are my type really."
"Ah, too bad. Hey, we've still got each other haven't we? Screw relationships. Who needs 'um?" I bumped his shoulder playfully.
"You're right, the only women I need in my life are you, Maison and my mom. As long as I have you three, I'm a happy man."
"Aww Misha, ya big softie." I giggled.
"Whatever," he smiled, shrugging it off. "Let's get these groceries packed away. Then maybe we can have a beer or two."
"Sounds good to me." I piped cheerfully.
**
"So how was filming this week?" I asked, slumping down on my couch with a beer in my hand.
"It went well. Hardly any mistakes and J2 managed to keep themselves from pranking me." Misha laughed, sipping his beer.
I laughed also. "Those men act like total kids."
"Yeah they do. But they're my best friends- aside from you of course. You're my number one." He winked.
I blushed, looking down at my beer. "Good, you're my number one too."
Misha grinned at me. I could feel his eyes gazing at me. Not that I didn't mind because who wouldn't want their crush staring at them. Especially if that crush was Misha Collins.
"You're so cute when you blush."
That made me blush even more. "N-no I'm not. Shut up. Let just watch a movie or something."
Misha laughed. "Okay but I'm still standing by my words."
I rolled my eyes and picked up the TV remote, turning on Netflix. I scrolled through films and TV shows, asking what Misha wanted to watch.
Then Supernatural came up. I turned to Misha grinning. "This seems good."
He bitchfaced me. "No."
"But Mishaaa." I whined, pouting.
He studied my face before breaking. "Fine!"
"Yay!" I cheered, playing a random episode. I'd seen all the seasons before anyway so it didn't matter.
"So," Misha spoke, half way into the episode.
"Who's your favourite character?"
I knew he wanted me to say Castiel but I wanted to tease him a little. "Lucifer."
"What?! Castiel is way better than Lucifer."
"Nah, Mark Pellegrino is the shit." I smirked.
Misha scowled, folding his arms across his chest. It was clear to see that jealousy was filling him.
"Aww is Wittle Misha mad?" I giggled in a baby voice.
Misha pouted even more, turning his head the other way. He looked so much like West when he was moody.
I shifted closer to him, leaning my head on his shoulder. "Just kidding Misha. Cas is defiantly my favourite for sure.."
Misha relaxed, putting an arm around me. I smiled and cuddled closer to him. We watched many episodes as we snuggled together. I was high on his scent. This man was amazing.
"Hey, uh Y/N?" Misha stuttered, sounding nervous.
I pulled back from him, keeping myself in his arms but far away enough to look up at him. "Yeah Misha?"
"Do you think- do you maybe wanna...?"
I giggled at him. He was cute when he was tripping over his words. "Wanna what?"
"Go on a date with...me?"
I swear my breathing stopped. Did Misha Collins, really just ask me out? Am I dreaming? I'm dreaming right? I'm actually in bed, fast asleep dreaming...right?
"You don't have to." Misha said quickly. "It just...I think you're incredibly beautiful and, if I'm honest, I've liked you for a long time now."
"Misha..."
"B-but like I said, you don't have to. I understand if you don't feel the sa-"
"Misha!" I exclaimed, cutting him off. "I would love to go on a date with you. I've liked you for a long time too. How could I not? You're too adorable."
Misha blushed, looking down with a big content grin. "West is gonna be so happy that I finally asked you out. He's been bugging me about doing it for months."
I rolled my eyes, resting my head on his chest again. "You Collins's are gonna be the death of me."
"What can I say, we've got impeccable genes." Misha smirked, boasting.
"Now, now Misha, no one likes a boaster. If you keep going that date might not happen." I teased.
"My apologies then. However, that date will definitely happen. I'll make sure of it. It's gonna be the best damn date you've ever had."
"I look forward to it them." I giggled, leaning up and kissing his cheek. Misha smiled, holding me tighter. After that, it was silent. Just me and him, in each other's arms.
I felt...home.