Winchesters, Misha Collins, Norman Reedus imagines

Misha Collins

You are sitting on the couch waiting for Misha to return home from Comic Con.

It is 11, you watch (your favorite show). You grab a blanket from the closet, full of blankets.

You sit down on the couch, you grab your bowl of popcorn and you watch your show. You waited and waited for Misha.

You hear the door open, in comes Misha wearing a princess crown with a white mustache.

"And this is why we don't have children, yet" you laugh.

"Don't I look hot" he poses, you giggle in response and you nod your head yes.

"You look absolutely sexy!" You say standing up. You run over to him and tightly hug him, laying your head on his chest. He puts his chin on your head.

"So how is my princess doing?" You ask.

"I'm doing great! How is my sweet pea?" He asks kssing your forehead then resting his chin on your head again. You huys stood there hugging.

"I'm really good" you respond to him. "I'm glad I'm back home with my baby" he says.

"Well I don't even know if your Misha. Misha leaves and then a mustached princess comes into my house" you laugh.

You pull away and he takes the crown and mustache off, he puts it on the table by the front door. "We are gonna put that somewhere special" you point out.

"You got that right" he laughs.

He puts his hands around your waist. "What's for dinner?" You ask each other at the sametime. Then you laugh at eachother.

"You are making it" you tell him. "Looks like we are going out tonight!" He says grabbing your coat and then his. You turn off the TV and you guys walk out the door.